Wicked Slap Track (Response to Gimp) 

Wicked Slap Track (Response to Gimp)

I find your ass in contempt, your rhymes overly spent
ya think your Cash Money Model but ya aint close to 50 cent
pay your rent with your day job, don't quit that shit
save up for for medical bills, to recoup from my hit
Mortal Kombat, bring that uppercut power style
leave you spiked out, bleeding, while the crowd cheers, smile
running ear to ear, what's that in your head you hear?
You must think you got rhymes, to my eye brings a tear
I feel sorry for niggaz like you who cant take two words
end em up together for a single god damn verse
you put two and two together and still come up empty
I do the math for millions and hit the spotlight with envy
don't be hatin what a playa be playin or what i'm sayin
try to do your thing, but stick to a game you know is payin
not humiliatin, like your published word on the BLOG
ya like to talk about dick suckin, I got a hog
but you touch it, you die, you put the homo in homicide
im up for running fags like you over with my 4-by ride