"LETS HEAT SHIT UP"
I crash through the entrance, my talents Blazing//
You seek to match up to me, my wrath Inhaling//
You’re a half-dick for claiming me to the throne//
IL split you to scraps, your old lady will be all alone//

"START"
I might be a newbie, but my principal is growing//
You might be an old hand, but your pussy is showing//

Your reputation is a victim, for my word-of-mouth weapons//
Your rhymes are insignificant, as my Hip-Hop Talent Beckons//
Il run through you like diarrhoea, Il rush you through the BIG LOU test//
When your expressions are a flaw, you will realise that BIG LOU is the Best//
Without launching my boundaries, IL bag you to the cross//
While observing my watch, Il extinguish you like a moth//

My course is undeniable, my vocab like pillars//
Unlike your commiserable words, My blows are the killaz//
So Give me your best shot Nigga, so we all don’t miss//
But before you bounce, Proceed to give your mother a kiss//

"END"