(verse 1) yo, soons that im done beating yo butt, i'l have ya in mercuy, and pain run over yo butt, with a shotgun, poppin' bullets, at ya like if i were poppin' champaine, if u have a beef between me then i have a beef uh between u im m.c princezz, remember my name on da street in my h2 hummer, switcin' lanes n dont mess with a chic, uh like me lil homie coz i reprecent da hip hop game and i heard dat hiphop was dead oh yeah! thats coz ya stink and ya rapping sceard it away but don't get mad at me coz yo rapping is lame and ya rap was so bad dat da president, said yo rap stinks pack ya bags ya gonna mess da next plane. ha! ya got a beef and ya got problems but ya just mad coz my dough, stacks like tetras columns. and i really uh dont care bout how ya hate my rap but its goin' down and ya may have a beef with me but this is my beef free style.