Yo..yo. :K:takes so much time, his pace can decay these bones,
Dawg, its time to pay your wage, so often like pre-paid phones,
Allow me to cave in his rib-cage so all beef is deciest and gone,
Fitted with flow you cant say I'm sick cuz 'ill' has been worn,
My type of begining'll make ya' regret ya' fucking skillz were born,
Chills ya as I'm 'cummin', this 'fillin' wouldn't hesistate to killa cop,
Grill ya' until you get hot, you work a pogo stick n' think ya hip-hop,
But stop and think 'frozen' son, These threads I'm steady closing em',
He got picked to batle me and niggah thinks he's the chosen one,
Blowing blunts n' lost em, his life has cost em, as death will cross him,
Fa' eva comin, I lost him, stop me? He must think he's a Trojan condomn,
Bombed him, stomped him, for 5 wins has harmed him,
Luck couldn't help, if 'WB's' whiches came and 'charmed' him....