Talkin bout played lines, your rhymes are played out,
like razors in the mouth, you couldn't cut it,
parents must be regretin havin a kid, cuz look what there stuck wit,
stick to havin your tea and crumpets, and bein a puppet,
cuz that aint you, your parents raised you better then that,
they told you the consequences if you try to rap,
that niggas like me will eat you for a snack,
spit you out, show you what battlins all about....