East side, east side, yes you are!
Do you like the way I say "Jaguar"??
Fook the east side, mane!
This right here a west side thing!
You comin' at me chil' but you can't maintain!
These here lyrics gonna shoegaze ya brain!
Now you sic your 3 bitches on me!
Named: JR, F-U, and NTK!
I keep livin' that west side life!
I'm as sharp as an H Street pocket knife!
You can claim my rhymes are weak, but son, yours be crap!
You're a good example of why east side fell off the map!
Your flow is whore-style loose!
The contra-positive? My flow equates to drug abuse!
Your lyrics are small; man, mine much bigger!
"That's what she said?" F pullin' that tired trigger!
Your mom said it herself: she gave birth to a fookin' crackhead,
Come at me, son, you'll be seein' red!
That's the Big Red style of Tie Rone to be exact,
I'm living the thug life with all the paper I've stacked!
All you can drop is a max of 10 bars!
You fook with me you're gonna be left with scars!
You call me "lil boy"??
Child, what you need is to employ,
A motherfookin bodyguard!
Cause I be laying out chumps with no regard!
What, what?!!