talk cray-zz,i spray heat hollows fill ya bodi with little elements..
stop quotin u tha "King Of Da World",thas not irrelevant..
i spray lead,pray at ya head,leave u with no "Brains"n u gone die unitelligent..


ya rhymes is a mess..no wonda u at see tha accept sign 4rm Trooper..(Trooper declined tha battle)
n if u act tuff i put tha owls 2 ya chest like tha employees at hooters...
wonder wea ya girl at?? she "DOODLIN"the "COCK" like roster(noise Roosters make)


u aint a "King" u a prince like Will..
puttin tha heat 2 ya chest will make u loss tha "Chillz"
fuck heat,u get beat severly send u home lookin like Emmit Till..

i drop tha medal 2 ya head,crane..
fix mah aim..put tha burna 2 ya brain..
u would have a have a stroke like Rick James..

i shoot "Cream" at ya gurl face like she was n a team wit clowns..
u beatin me is like tha super bowl b n hosted by the Cleveland Browns..

~Punchline~
if death u see,mah 9 read ya mind like telepathy,its obvious u aint readi so next time dont step 2 me..
catch more holes den tha letta B..fuck it i leave u "WEAK IN THA KNEES" like SWV