I usually come fat as hell, but I trimmed for you bitch
And let you follow the trail... like a fucking hiking trip
Always been on my dick, in fact one of the hardest
That flips bars more times than a fucking baton artist
I hit the hardest, dont play like you didnt know
Causin Kaze more static then his 3rd rate audios
Destroying with blows, while kids a straight disgrace
Chin check this fuck like playing chess with his face
Whole reps fake... flow? impossible to grasp it
Fuck dying...
...I'll leave you alive and kicking... the top of your casket
And kid... thats throwback style, so dont act like ya dont know
That its done to match ya name, punches, style and flow
Yeah, Kon was dope... but that time has passed...
Now I thumb through ya work... and think I fingered an ass
Man dont copy my style... and I'm being for real
Imitation's a form of flattery... kid must have documents to fill
So kill me man... c'mon... just up and spray shots dun
I'll see stray bullets, take em in... and hit you with obedient ones
All over Hottie... spent ages... and what the fuck have you got?
Progressed t'who, where, why and how... but never t'wat
Brought tons of fake shit, and so the winner is finally clear
Let em know...
...you had more name changes than I have L's here
Queer as Kon, and Franchise, Oxygen, Kaze... all herbs...
Thats why your Outlook is built solely on Played Words
Honestly.. you're pathetic, a constant object of hate
What ya expect from the kid obsessed with a registration date
Get it straight... I'm legendary... you never will be dude
Closest you'll ever come... is that jumbled mess of a crew
Bound to lose... I mean c'mon... wont you ever learn?
That KaZe's are only famous... when they crash and burn





there ya be...