no need to tape up the gloves u cant wia a punch, i saw u on the side of a milk carton and i ate u for lunch...

imma sew up ya mouth cuz no1 wants u 'hear',kats this is childsplay this is no1 to fear...

ya cant rhyme ya better off workin corners or bustin tables, i got ya voice horsed up and ya restlin stables...

no need to bust out the complex text this kat wont understand, im hard to get just call me general buz im in-demand...

just call me lebron cuz i skipped the next level, only time u could spit hot is when ya givin head to the devil...