I Interrogate and Infultrate ya whole dynasty//
You a "so called King of rap" I make ya daughter my bride to be//
My immortal sence of life, Impossible to fathem, whoa!//
I have you runnin and duckin after my gats blow//
You still attempt to put up a fight//
with the shit that you bite//
that you supposedly write//
Dude, let me tell you that your not in the crew//
so what the hell you gon do//
Battalion been finished with you//
You may try but we ignore your persistance//
You tried and failed son, I merked you from existance//
Battalion don't want you, the Phase don't want you//
quit wit the lies son, and stop tryin to front dude//
Cuz ain't no body takin ya punk shit no more//
and ya dreams of you and Battalion is gettin higher than crack whores//