This fake ass kid's spitt'n "fiction" sitt'n at 14 and 2, but he wouldnt even "know illness" if he went ta medical school/
Kid cant form wordplay, check his intelligence, dumb mutha fucka goes graverobb'n to find "Dead presidents"/
Like cartoon violence I'll kill ya ass again and again, "from tha suites to defeat" is how its bout to happen/
Rapp'n aint for ya, silly faggot, quit rhym'n and go bak to weav'n them baskets/
When I take da mic and grasp it, its automatic, and I'll "ESCORT" ya ass to a merk'n like Ford/
Whats next in store, I'll rip out ya spinal cord, but wait, it don't make a difference cuz ya neva was "straight"/
Fuck'n gay, I'll decide ya fate like a "minister" and administer a beating to ya face, all in da work of a day/
All "merk" and no play is my motto, you're whole style is "bull", you sure you aint from chicago?/(Chicago Bulls)
Ure not a "grenade" but ya always ready ta "blow", I'ts not a blast, ya get ya ass "pounded" like play-doh/
My flo "explodes" like nitro, I start da show like MJ, I just performed my specialty and made this cat "fadeaway"/