you cant win, u call your self "the king" with 3 losses whats with that?//
ur fucking wack,ur rhymes are like your sex-life, "a-solo-act!//
you are "sick" you got aids from the way you always dickride//
that is some thing to hide,comin out the closet might hurt your pride//
ok school is in session, be ready to take some notes,fill it with quotes//
right down how i lyrically cut yout throat,and left u dyin on the ropes//
your old rhymes are starting to "wear-thin" give it up king u will not win//
1-2-3 there goes tha pin,stick to ur job have my balls bouncin on ur chin//
impressive record? thats only from callin out and batteling all those newbies//
go home and watch porno movies,show some ingnuity cuz ull ull ever see boobies//
next time for u challenge a real king start thinkin,u should "refrain-from-speakin"//
you fucking "weakling", king uve been lyrically asasinated like abraham lincoln//
now its clear ur next win has been "postponed", i realize your weak and will b condoned//
stay at home,im the new "king" and its obvious the old ones been "dethroned"//

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