Cmdr. COKE, u aint got my respect, get the steppin, outta my sight
Only thing I OBEY is ma Own THIRST, by drinkin SPRITE
thas right, I be the Dirt Devil, suckin yo Brains out, leavin u hollow
I’m the one wit a mouth fulla cum, u be the one who actually swallows
I play wit no rulez, unfair ’n ugly, **** ‘em, thas a fact I cant deny
coz I BEAT the JUICE outta u, leavin your rhymes all dry, like Dessert Cacti
you’re a weak MC tryin to TEACH, like a Pastor preachin a SERMON
leave That to ERIC, coz lookin at yo linez, you gotta do mo’ Learinin
your output of vocabs, horribly weak, I bet u sound like a FOB when u speak
BOTTOM Line, I’m on TOP, like a Mountains PEAK
got more flow SPOTS than Battles Creek,
pop more lyrical Shots, causin your inner parts to bleed
Ya never Humbled me, all ya did was Stumbled ova ya own feed
Ya need a Gat ‘n a Mag to battle, shows that you still on a Rookie Level
I’m a livin Hell, breath Heat All Day, that way I burn MCs like a Devil
2RAW, you’re done, finished, pop - pop, got shot like an Iraqi Rebel
Dirt Devil = Vacuum Cleaner (in case ya dont know)