Pour some liqour player, so you ya boys know you gettin a hurse/
Murderous style I'ma help this illiterate with spelling his name in a verse/
Knockout, no use to put up a fight/
This cat couldn't see my lyrics he if printed em twice/
10 bars I'll take 6 you gonna need the rest/
You see the techs, sleeve a mess....the kids a brawler/
I'd son you-but your moms still don't know the father/
So I advise to stepson-before I test the vest on your chest son/
I need the cake, not fat enough I need the weight/
If u can't understand that-get out more, you need the date/
I'm from concrete so me why am I stuck in the garden with herbs/
I don't really wanna fuck u up, yo just pardon my verbs/
I already see this, you a white kid who drinks beer through a funnel/
No real friends, insteads in the class while he mumbles/
Crazy dude but not really I peeped scary I aint knew your face/
Real recognize real you must be new to this place/

Holla atcha boy, K.o. if you nice you'll understand the verse