I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep 
 Ain't gonna breath till I see what I wanna see 
 And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt 
 Permanently you just being hurt 
 This ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be 
 sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be enemies 
 As long as we breathe I don't ever see either of us 
 coming to terms where we can agree 
 There ain't gonna be no reason in speaking with me 
 You speak on my si then me no speaka ingles 
 So we gonna beef and keep on beefin' unless 
 you're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh 
 and settle this face to face and you're gonna see 
 a demon unleashed in me that you've never seen 
 and you're gonna see this gangsta pee on himself 
 I see you D-12 and thanks but me need no help 
 me do this one all by my lonely 
 I don't need fifteen of my homies 
 When I see you I'm seein' you, me and you only 
 We never met but best believe you gon' know me 
 When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony 
 Come on bitch show me 
 pick me up, throw me 
 lift me up, hold me 
 just like ya told me 
 You was gonna do 
 that's what I thought you're pitiful 
 I'm rid of you, all you 
 Ja you'll get it too 
    Now go to sleep bitch! 
 Die motherfucker die! 
 Uh, time's up bitch close your eyes! 
 And go to sleep bitch! (What!) 
 Why are you still alive?! 
 How many times I gotta say close your eyes?! 
 And go to sleep bitch! (What!) 
 Die motherfucker die! 
 Bye bye, motherfucker, bye bye! 
 Go to sleep bitch! (What!) 
 Why are you still alive, why?! 
 Die motherfucker, HA HA HA!! 
 Go to sleep bitch!   
 We got you niggas... nervous on purpose 
 to hurt your focus, you's not emcees you's worthless 
 You's not them G's, you's a circus 
 You's no appeal, please use curtains 
 You use words cool hurried slurred in two thousand third 
 You's purpin' you's no threat, whose ya servin' 
 When lyrically ought to bury you beneath the dirt 
 When you fuck wit' a label over seein' the earth 
 Shady motherfucker O. Trice's birth 
 and as I mold I become more cursed 
 So we can put down the verse take it to the turf 
 Cock and squeeze and he who reach the hearse 
 is he who dipects fiction in his verse 
 And as I breath and you be deceased 
 The world believe you deceive just to speak 
 You's not the streets, you's the desk 
 You's not your chest nigga, use a vest 
 Before two shoes you rest 
 You chose death 
 Six feet deep nigga that's the depth   
 Big Dog, I'ma walk like a fish (yeah) 
 Talk like the streets (yeah) 
 I'ma stay place in New York with the heat (yeah) 
 Stalk on the beat (yeah) 
 Walk wit' my feet (uh) 
 Understand my pain the rain ain't sleet (What!) 
 Peep how I'm movin' (uh huh) 
 Peep where I'm goin' (uh huh) 
 Shit don't steep and sleep not knowin' (whoo) 
 But I'ma keep growin' gettin' larger than life 
 Easy goin' but the same one that started the fight 
 He be knowin' how dawg get when dawg 'gon bite (uh) 
 Got to show him the dawg shit the dawg fo' life (uh) 
 Grand champ in my bloodline is tight (What!) 
 'Cause it's all good (yeah) and it's all right (come on) 
 Niggas try to holla but couldn't holla BACK 
 Now they gotta swallow everything in the SAC 
 Blood line and we can go track for track 
 Damn dawg why you had to do them niggas like that   
 All of you motherfuckers, take that (uh) 
 Here take this too bitch, (Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ahhhhha) 
 We're killin' all you motherfuckers dead, all of you 
 Fake ass gangstas 
 No more press, no more press 
 Rot motherfuckers rot! (Uh huh) 
 Decay, in the dirt bitch, in the motherfuckin' dirt 
 Die nameless bitch! 
 Die nameless, no more fame (ahhhhhhhhhhh) 
 Ha ha ha 
 Yo X, come on man (whoooo) 
 Obie, let's go 
 Haha