ima Krack you over the head, have ur brains hit the floor
ur rhymes are rotten apples, un~edible and nothing at the core
T equals terrible, even when wut u writ is an entire script
this baby throws fits, even when his career is made of ~Bits~
battling me is a no~no, im surprised you werent a no~show
u've hung out with lil~jon 2 much, cuz u could be anymore low
s to the dizzle, listening to this guy sing to the choir
im the king of the rap boards, so bend down to ur sire
krakka t, why u taking shots at me, got my finga on the trigga
pop u in the head, my win will linger, so fuck u nigga