Aight Look

Time to shut your mouth and open your ears and listen/
Deprive you of all senses, leave your herb ass missin/
Takin this candy coated fuck paint his face all colors/
It's like a rainbow kid unrecognizable even to your own mother/
A simple flow for a simple kid, I lyrically dispose of another rook/
Lookin at Chrit for win one... synically off you from rb's books/
End your career before it even starts, I can see you now completely shook/
Devoid of skills or street smarts goin toe to toe with a crook/
Sorry herb but your a seasoning for my main course/
Cocks so deep in your throat your ryhmes come off hoarse/
Hopin to knock off the champ like in Rocky one/
Too bad your just an overweight italian tryin to get your "pies-on" (piason)/
Soprano style set you up like its a mob hit/
No witnesses no weapons but everyone knows its King Chrit/
See RB'my kingdon you're just a rougue nation, tryin to invade me is means for salivation/
Eager to get the troops stationed, lyrical eradication waitin/
By my count that leaves four lines to go... I got you beat in that case I'll focus my attention on other hoes/
So fuck all outlawz, kadafis and little cash flows, runnin at chrit like ya'lls hard- time to prepare more jon does/
Beefin with the productions and knightshade, bitches anything goes/
So ya'll get in line like this sweet little bitch... time to dispense merking and KO's/