called me the baby of the bunch/
my mc status was questioned like a hunch/
all i do is take em to their last lunch/
put em in a high chair and feed em cap'ncrunch/
you can munch on your lunch/
but try doin that shit with a knife through ya gut/
i don't really mean to mean these things/
but that's how bad my rap battle flavor stings/
i point out the fact, that you got green on your skin
cause your fake ring is wack/
and thats not even worse, than tellin every body on the west
that on the east you the king's voice/
man, that was your choice/
you chose to assume nobody'd ever miss a Roles Royce!/
now, i'm a exploit/
all this info that gained from tappin into the king's court/
now i'm the north/
my word is gas lethal contenders better step forth/
and receive your damnation with no way to retort, blahhh