Tell him I say fukk him for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fukk Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your shyt wasn't so whack, I'd diss you to your track
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
fukkin' with me, you better off tryin' to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard shyt to follow
And you can't spit nikka, so you obviously must swallow
Motherfukker