this nigga made his claim off of killin "g"irls/
with his hair in twirls, supposedly a dude wearin pearls//
bout to rip you with this verbal Iron, leave yo ass Curlin/
got a royal flow so sick that when i spit its like im hurlin//
its obvious man, ya really just a bore to me, a whore to me/
battlin gay killaz is a fuckin snore to me//
oh pardon me, but i think i just figured out your name/
you kill niggaz wit ya limp rhymes and drive em fuckin insane//
well the duke is bout to charge yo ass wit treason/
cuz im on the prowl and right now its emcee hunting season//
want me to stop?then yo ass better have a good fuckin reason/
or itll be off wit ya head layin on the frontlines bleedin//