checkin in and droppin my verse...........................
So u wanna go 16…I understand, u wanna prolong ure ass whoopin…
Shouldn’t spit, just no-show, it would have saved ure ass from suckin…
I could sit here and feed off ure verse, but yo I actually wanna-win…
And what is with the intro yo, I mean it ain’t like anyone’s listenin…
My last 2 opponents no-showin…shit scared to go against my spit…
Same wit u, shit is all u got flowin…already sayin “GONE..I QUIT”…
I’m the master, watch me “walk this dog” easy like tricks with a yo-yo…
Ure ass will never come hard, just like Austin Powers without his MoJo…
Man how’d u get respect…reproducin wack lines one after the other…
Didn’t know u into incest…convo in his sig is one he had wit his mother…
Have u fallin like angels with clipped wings, this King’s talent transcends…
I Spit Dope, I got ure mind diZZy with Lyrical skillz that know no Ends…
Bitch EATS up my lines, lyrically starved of talent for his fuckin ASS…
Lyrics like lightning, I’m predicting a storm like shady weather forecasts…
But yo I must confess, I requested ure ass JUST TO TASTE a weak spit…
My HOT lines got u tlkin thru ure ass, I’m sorry that I don’t speak-SHIT…