yo yo yo wasup lill kid? ya commin, steppin up to me?/
sit down, change ya diapa, open ya airz, and DRINK this cup-a-tea!//
with ya undefined styles ya look wack already from miles 'n miles/
da tone from ya wordz, its fag, causin eunuchs to smile//
Now i drain MCs verses like nurses drain blood from cursed ones/
With all ya guns ya cant aim shit, ya led aint nothin, my wordz tons//
Puerto gets fried, this fire's real hot, placing da red dot at da rite spot/
Lombian? ya dumb comedian ya get shot at! mercie? im tying ya knot//
I clear my trought and spit, seein ya fear, crybaby, ya'lready hit/
Ya born as a lyrical failure, ya have no cure and ya still dream of makin it?//
Wtf? thought i told ya change yo diapa,/
yo shit needs more then trucks windshield wipers//
Damn ya curshed, ya girls cryin, docters standin helpless ya crushed 'n dying/
no re-animation, no CPR, ya burned, ya verses spoke harder then ya lying//
Peace yo
Puerto ~vs~ DTACK
