Feelin the verbal vibe, makin you bitches hide,
I don't gotta say much to Krem cuz I already wrecked his pride/ (beat him in battle)
no effort needed to push my weight over his might,
batter his brain mentally, the docs say its a scary sight/
fuckin wit fake gangstas like Trill an Chameleon,
all ya'll muthafucka is wack, whose lyrics are you stealin/
go fire ya ghostwriter and put his bitch ass back in the zoo,
ya'll should know better, havin those monkeys write for you/