look everybody he's 1 and three
i hate to say it but im bout to fuck up killa b
now thats what you get for wanting to battle me
im about to knock you out like muhammad ali
anyone can tell you that my rymes are hotter then yours
listen i hear yo mamma yelling killa its time to do your chours
your raps are like you a bee with out a stinger
your raps make you sound like a r and b singer
shit i just hit you harder then warren sapp
hey do me a favor ask your mom if she can still make i clap