loose-ya-chest i'll put this feud-to-rest so screw-his-best, he’s due for death..
the king is back? u being gone is more like espionage- cuz nobody knew u left!
meet-the-doc n greet-ya-shot, how can i take u serious bitch? to pee = u sqaut..
my punches drop- cuz he 'stays like nas' the way he gets beat by 'hard-knocks!'
jabs quick like cable, u spit flames? u down like frozen symptoms- threats unstable..
rock the cradle, and to think…he like dead nutritional facts, this bitch will never be labeled

took awhile, writter's block u can say