PG:

you got big dreams like mars but can't get off the ground like Kuwait
got you on lock like Prison Guards brought you incarcerate
these bars your fate
stuck still up state while me and ya girl do the dirty back seat in cars you hate
now she a couple weeks late
and you ain't even had a conjugal.. so call your mom and ball I ain't done nothing wrong at all you the one who put her number on the wall
while you was busy shitting ya guts out in the bathroom stall
now you sitting ya putz as my last boom fall
feeling uncomfortable as you dump ya soul and that shit runs and all
burning like Ronsonal
can't spit cause ya tonsils crawl
tongue tied by your adrenal gland
why? I'm such a mean old man
a true artisan politicking partisan and you play the role of a martyr son
Pure Gold spit a wealth of burning venom and rage you barely got enough to earn minimum wage
I'm a god dammed institute you couldn't be sharp enough dressed in a Ginsu suit
I'm the king of poignant you the prince of moot I'm the cat that prints your loot
I shit you out my asshole just like the last soul
Predominate Game this shit is getting past old
you astounded how your ass grounded you past hounded
got the full pack chewing on ya carcass
ya counterfeit so out of it you only worried about your shoes like your name was Imelda Marcus
you are inconsequential
my first step in stomps ya mental
I broke ya see
vocally you ain't lived at all like baby that been choked by it's umbilical
it's unequivocal
Xtreme the text scream yo PG move on to the next scene this kids too busy having a wet dream



Xtreme:

You're tryin' to step?/
I'll hit with the mic before you take a breath/
Leavin' you gaspin/
You never really started, and already you a has been/
You the only fool that thinks your nice/
But I'm gonna interrogate that ass like Condoleeza Rice/
Makin' you question your own technique/
I'm roarin like 747, and your shit be soundin' like eek/
I'm blazin with str8 heat, so do like No Doubt and don't speak/
Or get shredded into mincemeat, ha! tryin' to convince me/
That you could dispence me, but come at your hardest you still coudn't pinch me/
I'm harrasing that ass like cops in Cincy/
Give me some elbow room I need some elbow room, in other words leave the building/
No ones safe, not even women and children/
So your bitch ass better hide/
I'm gonna do that ass like a one man genocide/
You have two options, forfeit, or comit involentary suicide