hey Lock, u cant rap, change your name dawg/
suck a cock, got the clap and had to go to see the doc/
and now i'll sock your fat ass with lyrical heat from my glock.


Yo, in this rapgame your a freshman/
looking up to freshprince/
followin his footprints/
but ill turn you into meat-mince/
without leaving any fingerprints/
so the police wont catch me/
ey Lock holla back at me/
When you think you got the skills/
to come an battle-rap me/
your jealous, bitch, you envy me/
you got a sick dick/
you need a remedy/
your a beer and im a hennessy/
the sickest MC to appear this century/
If you respond Ill chuckle, laugh at ya/
u bus' a line, i throw it right back at ya/
you couldnt flip shit if you were playin in the toilet with a spatula.

Peace