Kid look, listen, an be sure to pay good attention,
cuz I'ma paint a picture so precise it'll up your division/
I'm inclined to report that your best effort still dworfs,
the force you exort is only one fourth of the skill I exort/
you givin false descriptions, tryin to bench my position,
but you gotta realize that I'm consistent, I murk you bitches/
you ain't no Hannibal Lector, so repsect your elder,
you still downloadin amatuer porn while I'm chillin wit Hugh Hefner/
I'm "the Great Child" a prodigy, you "Jinistarr" another comodity,
tha fact that people would even agree with you, itself is an oddity/
the force of ya verse, is slurred through the aroma that I emit,
niggas don't even see you when you near me, I'm a moon, I eclipse/
you need special permission to even become a tangent to my circle,
I don't even have to hold you under water, cuz my rhymes make you choke and gurgle/
your color is purple, don't be ashamed to say you gay,
cuz it's pretty apparent that you are, the way you been jockin me for days/
you a pussy in pussy's clothing, no since in tryin to be a Killer Mike,
cuz the only thing you showin Akshon to is the anus of another dyke/
don't be angry that your two dads are R. Kelly and Michael Jackson/
cuz it ain't my fault that they like to strip you naked for personal satisfaction/