ok, its like this..

i hope ya like your "steak well-done" cuz im bout ta "scorch this beef"//
call me a thief-- cuz ill steal ya pride and feel no grief//
i know u aint goin spit shit like ya throat was constipated//
ya rhymes dead and cold like they been refrigerated//
voters read your verse and they like "Ho, you a fuckin liar"//
they peep my drop and they like "Yo that shit was fire"//
so im bout ta call anutha victory but no ones "surprised"//
boones tha king of dis land, u aint "realized"?, now dis shit i cant believe//
dont blame me for the embarrassment u just received//
blame your mother, for ever havin your lame ass conceived//