First things first man, you f**ing with the worst You better bring an ice pack when I see you in person And I'ma bring an Arsenol, ask Joe who the f** he talking to He the softest n***a in the group Blood thicker than water, wash it off after the Slaughter Green Hornets, black microphone marauders on set Break necks without breaking a sweat People wanna see mic wreck, you wanna Tweet texts I am Hip Hop's Ron Artest, the bars I said Off with they head, everybody I gon' dead Who they got, Kid Vicish? You wanna piece of me? One day we gonna see who's the better emcee What a tangled web you weave I'm the only emcee the whole world'll ever need Agreed, you drunk or high? Doesn't make a difference when you die Couldn't tell you what wasn't on his mind Saying you the best and not proving it, proves less Disrespectful piece of sh**, I'm coming for you next Malcolm XoX showing contempt instead of showing respect That proves his stress, jabs don't connect Leave his face like Jonah Hex, ice pack cold and pressed Internet snitching like a little b**h Joey lowlife, living off rice and goat tripe He boasts on the mic, then he posts on the site Then exposed his whole life for the dope, for a price Don't rep the culture right, sold his soul for the hype Got known overnight for n***as f**ing his wife Got bust in the eyesight and still wouldn't fight Bare hands to the gun, to the knife, you a gutless type I'ma show you what your guts look like Your a disgrace to Jersey, you s** on the mic You and 5'9" is like two moist bu*twipes Walking around all uptight, buzzing in the club all night Two drunken mics hollering, "Thug Life" You 'bout as bright as a broken floodlight Can-I-Bus you in the head with a bottle of Bud Light One love love, one life, one shot, one k** gunfight Joey Cupcakes Budden got a bear cub bite