Hay yo……

This mans’ from England…..you don’t know who ya messin with/
Make ya bow down before me like you do when you see queen Elizabeth/
Like this cat……. I’ll keep my verse “sweet and short”/
Beat this dork, he’s afraid ta stand up to me like his feet are sore/
This man’s always ciphering, well I’ll pick up where he left off/
I’ll be nice and give you a 22… not a gun, it’ll be your next loss/
Dissin ya putting ya ink down, like watchin your pen fall/
After battling me your ass’ll be verseless like an instrumental/
Bitch I come up with punches like upper cuts/
When I told this man ta kiss my ass he was quick ta pucker up/