2 russian styile

Dude, I am sick and tired of your shit
Don't trespass the boundary, get mute
You ask where yout rhymes ARE and flow
Aiiit, let me tell you that 'fore I let you go
Seems like you sweat bullets to let you glow
There's an issue with your flow, it's insipid
Rip your dental tissue off, here's my flow, sip it
You remind me a bitch from FREE WORLD
Who was always shout to: c'mon baby, rip it
He never made it, he got pissed and got dissed
I been patiently waiting, keeping my composure
Contemplating plans on your fake ass exposure
Let me put it on the straight line couple of things
Let them folks know you ain't no couple of fiends

One
You claim you are a soldier, but you ass is too young
Anyway, when you grow up, you gon' be draft dodger

Two
You say you flow like you got spikes
I say you' lose a fight to a bunch of dykes

Three
You posing like you a scary one like in a night-mare
Bitch, I'll easily pull a bronco on you, like on a mare

Four
Why you say you a savage, you cold blooded?
What the fuck is that? you cabbage, you shit flooded

Five
What shots, what siren, and what them five-oh?
Gangsta dream you in, you might be yourself a po-po?
Don't frighten me with your uncharged fo-fo
I ain't gotta use that shit myself to let you go-go
Ain't doing no hestitation, like Buck to Johnson
Use that fucking fork to stab you in your chest, you lil dork

In the last lines of ass whooping

You gassed up, boy, you trapped, you lousy
Wake up boy, you rhymes make us drowsy
'fore you pop in to spit with us, check your language first
And get off that fake shit, you remind me of Fred Durst
Don't address myself or my folks
We streets ahead you, like 5 zillion strokes
We strip you naked, beat you to the ground, make you crawl
Put your under our rap press, make you strees, get you ass rolled on