a'ight let's see this so called kronik punk stop even one punch.//
I'm-a eat this "herb" for lunch, 'cause everyone knows kronik's inside a blunt.//(haha)
you not even hydro-ponic, more like a rag weed grow'n on my front lawn.//
and I'm- callin' in tha weed man, ta mow a l'il off tha top.//(weed man is a lawn care company)
take away just "one" of your key ideas so all you got left is "none".//
no more chances to advance toward the front, like a kid takin' ritilin' your growth bin stunned.//
never gonna make it in this game, just turn away in shame.//
tail between ya legs, like the bitch you are.//
leavin' you scar'd with these rasor sharp bars.//
like you was a cartoon, these punches leave you sein' stars.//
hospitalized with 3rd degree burns, my verses so hot you got charred.//

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