Kronic my alliteration is alienating your chance of a winning situation
You beat'n me? Kid, ya must be mistaken yar flow is just lyrical incoordiation

See my initial inclination is to deteriorate ya with humiliation
So these peeps come to the realization of your lyrical incapacitation,

B- real, It's a bit more than ironic, call'n yourself Kronic, the way ya just get smoked,
But honetly Kronic, I'll be modest, ya SUCK so bad your alias should be "toke"

See you hold'n down a win is like a six year old with his liquor,
The only diffrence is, your loss comes up a little quicker

Heaven-sake allow me to spell out and demonstrate your fatal mistak
Y.O.U B.A.T.T.L.E.'N A V.E.T S.O.N, so your win column will deteriorate

Your herbish verb's ensure the only "lime-light" ya gonna see comes from concentrate
So ya put more "F-I-L-L-E-R" in ya verse than Pillsbury to compensate


Alright, nice drop Kronic, sorry for bein so late, been out of city for awhile and busy with finals and all.