*EDIT Sept 23rd, 2017-
...6th time's the charm I think. Pretty sure this'll be the album version so please let me know if you like the track or whatever sons

Beat and samples by DJ Shak. And Busta Rhymes and Q-Tip and Big Punisher. Word...

----Lyrics----

You not ready to hot box with a god silly//
You not ready you not conquerin' Jon's city //
You not ready to be gunned by the g-boy//
You not ready to be stung by the b-boy//

You not ready for street walkin with arms ready//
Cuz you not ready to be walkin you top heavy//
And you not ready to reap all the rewards really//
And you not ready for me naw- no you not ready//

---VERSE 1 BEGIN---

I'm not a hater y'all just suck a lot //
If this is a business of entertaining then I'm a victim of culture shock//
My record dropped and it was ultra hot//
But y'all didn't listen cuz if you listened it would'nt a been a fuckin' flop//

Who wanna know if I'm a thug or not//
I'm putting you nuisances in a group an' I pummel through I'm a Juggernaut//
True ain't an emcee ever been hotter//
Hooligan looping you in a noose and then thumpin' you like a pinata//

I'll take you under the summer sun and I'll beatchu//
Relentlessly til essentially you a puddle a' fuckin blood//
... & your significance is this small //
... & your existences is this long //

You beef with me you getting dissed hard //
You beef with me legally & you gonna be dissed harder and disbarred//
...You silly thinking you can get far//
I'm leaving these simpletons diss-missed and diss-figured with this bar//

And this is for your own good, //
You interfere you gon' disappear from your own hood (and that's fo sho, bruh) //
Boy I'm Jonny Rotten, you punk bitch //
Imma Sex Pistol, I love guns, you suck- dicks//

The audacity thatchu bastards have when you laugh at me//
'And my tenacity on the path I travel's a travesty//
Yeah... getchowass kicked in the trap, bitch,//
Getchowass kicked to my smooth fabulous rap hits//

---VERSE 2 BEGIN---

I got used to it- doin' all of my nefarious stuff//
I carry a- barrel of drugs, ammunition and guns//
I'm buryin enemies after they corpses is rolled in //
And filled with more formaldehyde than a morgue in New Orleans//

I'm out of patien(ts) like doctors with awful reputations//
I'm out of things I can offer you all so salutations//
I'm scared 'a you so I'm takin extra precautions'n //
Buryin you alive at a cemetery in Boston//

I'm off the hinges like a door after an argument is//
Imma part of this like a dorsal fin on a
dolphin is//
..You a Buddhist grippin' a crucifix//
Yo ass is useless as human tits on a tuna fish//

Imma super villain my getup is just a few socks//
2 on my feet and another one on my huge cock//
Nerdiest kid in school yeah you heard what I just said //
I had perfect attendance in detention and sex ed //

So fuckin' G my own homies won't even fuck wit me//
So luckily I'm a loner don't even fuck wit me //
I spun the vinyl on the Wheels of Steel//
(Back in the day) I'd steal your wheels for real and I still will//

I plead the 4th I don't even know what the 5th is//
I drink a 5th I don't even know what a 6th is//
Bitch I'm ill as hell and I sling trees //
Y'all some Philadelphia cream cheese//