The scene takes place at the B.R.E headquarters/
The time read nine pm on the digital camcorders/
Intruder alert as the red sirens blare/
Theres a frantic smell in the air, dangers near/
Wanted signs of the suspect fill the foundation/
Everything clear about the suspect down to the pronunciation/
Investigative reporters on the hunt lookin for the biter intelligence/
Saladin's his name known copyrighter fraud specialist/
Not only wanted but tossed for his acts/
Against the RB but also in the name of rap/
As we stand now in the form of the judicial/
His judgement is coming, The motive will be official/
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth/
But wait we cant trust you, You even lied in the booth/
Stole another man's hard work and time/
Came off showcasin his shit sayin "It's Mine"/
I'm sorry to be the one to bring up past acts of crime/
He admitted it to be his shit your honor "Yes sir every line"/
Until he was caught in the middle of the act with muscles in his face clinchin a frown/
Then his respect level in rb hit a tilt whirl and his crudentials fell upside down/
Saladin used us as a board to try and retract fame/
But the motherfucker has to realize, we all have online homey use your brain/
It was only a matter of time before we all found out/
That you was just a biter and you were caught and kicked out/
I'm not one to add salt to your wounds and dance around your demise/
But dont come back here and try and spread all your lies/
Find some other place to toss your salad-in/
Maybe you can find a whole new world like aladdin/
But leave us alone we're all doin just fine/
We havent heard your mouth no more and its about damn time/


R.I.P Saladin.....Biter....ha ha ha...B.R.E Production