Yo, why the fuck did you even try to test me.//
Kid Killa's gonna kick your bitch ass cross country.//
Everybody come see this, King Crunch has been dethroned.//
Yo, when you wrote this BS rhyme you sure you wasn't stoned?//
Damn, your verse is the wackest shit I've read on RB yet.//
Stupid, even a retard coulda told ya you would lose this bet.//
Cause now bitch, you fuckin' playin' against the Kid Killa.//
I jump so high over your ass you'd think I'm Reggie Miller.//
Look, it's a bird, a plane, no your Mama suckin' my dick.//
I could kick ya ass in rhymin' even while I'm enjoyin' dis trick.//