C. Mag vs b00gieman you sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing// and begging muthafuckas for guest appearances// cause real lyricists dont evan respect you or take you serious// it's not that I dont like you I hate you period!// So we going to beef, and keep on beefing unless// You gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh// And as I breathe and you be deceased// The world beieve, you decieve just to speak// Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need 15 of my homies// When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only// Before two shoes you rest, you chose death// Six feet deep man, thats the depth//