iight yo yo..
cre's lucks out, shock wil decide that ya dead now..
cuz ya right ears so big, its weighin that side of ya head down..
shock's raisin the stakes, jus to put ya head on one..
and how ya rhymes 'tight', when its all been 'said un-done'..
tournie finals, hows this fag gon win? ya whack cre'..
so color co-ordinated, his walls match his skin, exactly..
ya look like a clone of sticks, jus lose foo'..
i've got a bone to pick, and i choose you..
but really we're fam, so this is a message to cre' yo..
i'll never let ya down, unless its ya ego..
goodluck fam