In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin', you seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight, then! L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat, comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolet
And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers, no more iron horses 'cause I'm buying Porsches
My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully, put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle
And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick, I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
I'm makin' rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks, just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch
"Don't Front Freestyle"
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you, only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you, fuckin punk, you ain't a leader, what? nobody followed you; you was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
Shut your mouth up before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed, turn your tux red, I'm far from broke got enough bread, And mad hoes: ask Beavis I get nothin' but head (Butthead)
You lame-ass nigga, no dough, always on the train-ass nigga, Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga, you got fucked upstate, you cupcake, how many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path, I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
I'ma take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the Social Study book, 'cause you History
"98 Freestyle Full", (1998)
Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song
If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong