Yo, rapping the Q to the U, to the P, to the E,
When ur boyz hear of me, the all flea.
I give them left right, then straight to good night.
Your face aint alright,
when you popped out, your mum said what a diaster
" can i fix that with plaster?"
Ill Carve my name into ur head, u drop dead at the sign of blood
You obviously aint realy true g, just compare them wack khunts to me.
Qupe Out, ill be back do doubt.