Since yo name is succ macokk ima bring u to ya knees/
and put mo holes in ya head den swiss cheese/
steppin' to me dawg, dont do it, ya rhymes are weak and feeble/
but mine leave more hurt den a .50 caliber desert eagle/
dont even say u could beat me cause yo ass is at da bottom/
and da last thing yo ass put a cap on was a bottle**/
i spit flows sick, like im fuckin insane/
and if im a platnum artist den u just a fake chain/
i start lyrical wars worse then "LORD OF THE RINGS"/
so ya betta step back cause this "RETURN OF THE KING"/
im a fuckin pothead, call me "HOOKED ON CHRONIC"**/
but i spit more fuckin punchlines den a stand up comic/
you've got no skill at all, and me i got alot/
i'll lite ya whole fuckin verse up and it still wont be hot/
ya rite man, i'll admit it, i am thirteen/
but i got mo skills den u, so i must a "PRODIGY"/
cause im a big dawg mutha fucka, and u just a little kitty/
and u hit me wit punches that are softer then fake titties/

**bottle cap:: slug (a.k.a. a "cap")
**"hooked on chronic":: "hooked on phonics"



ay dawg, u can succ macokk