Gather ‘round fight fans, welcome to the show

My period has me cranky, I’m feelin’ a heavy flow

Lament is West Side snappin’, so I guess it’s time to throw

Gunna mount up on this oxen and pull back on his yoke

Like I caught playa taggin’ his **** all down my street

Grant him a lyrical skull ****ing ‘till I ruin the sheets

Now my seeds in your head, floatin’ in your socket

Yeah, I stole your beat, but that’s ‘cause you dropped it

Your corner is tossin’ towels praying the ref is gunna stop it

A DB model MIG has lock, you should eject from male reproductive organpit

Your ‘chute touches down, your blood begins to pound

Strainin’ not to panic while taking in what surrounds

Did that tree just move?! What the **** was that sound?!

Fear creeping ‘cause now you know you’re on enemy grounds

Hunt ya like big game, then reduce ya down to slag

Lament for your family then ship you home in a bag