(First Verse - Czar)
As Ha**elback said, we will take the ball and now score
How sore are you now that you just tried to plow Cor
Val-or for you, rare like when the Browns score
You say silly things like Michael Jackson soundboards
I am the new rule, Miami's court now
You are the old rule, when there were force outs
Pout cuz you're now, actin' a clown
You're out the count, & I am Pacquiao
If you wanna step, then you are surely next
I should be locked up for things done during s**
When Cory's on the hunt, a c*nt I'm sure to flex
If my flow slow it's still tight, turtleneck
I'm rippin' every line, as I'm bringin' you the light
When I'm finding you I'm blindin' you with prisms in ya eye
And I'm bringin' exorcism to the prison in ya mind
With the rhymes I be Barry Sanders stoppin' on a dime
(Second Verse - Fick)