Everybody was kung fu fighting
 

*uck your battle stats i brought the battle axe
I lay low with yayo in my cadillac
relax finish off my big macs
cruise the 5.0, blow your door down to get you
back. His skull cracks under the pressure
he's frontin to be bleek now I've got blunts to measure
who's fresher than me now how bout a blast
you punk ass posers should know you wont last
At last someone has came to clean the entire slate
I devote my time, promote rhymes to fill the plate
In reality i'd rather smoke dope & throw my weight
Or throw you off a bridge where at the bottom awaits
Gators so large & they never procrastinate
to do what they do. to chew you up like food
Your goofy/ Iron hoofy kinda wobbly at the plate
2 good traits compared only to billy-no-mates
you ain't nothing but a blotch on the landscape
Recessitate and restate your problem
I declarate I will be the one to solve them
Time is tickin, there's no time to waste
Now it's too late behind the 8 ball :shoot: