I’ll drop a rhyme on this fraud and he can die for his cause/
You’re a king, only punchline that you saw was the line at ya prom/
I’m designing a bomb, and the weapon is great/
Got hungry, some food for thought was your head on a plate/
I rock it the best, and I started to plot for your death/
Tossed a timex on his foot so he could start watching his steps/
I’m killing this hoe when I’m bringing the flow/
Banged on a bathroom stall, and this king was dethroned/
My offence will crush your defences and render them quick/
After the dough, but he only accumulate Pentium chips/
There’s only one king and his name is illeagle/
Everyone is ashamed of this gay it’s a stain to his people…