You never stood a chance; whose the bigger man? you went and stuck your mic in your pants
My verse is your omen; theres no way to control em .. ill make this battle your last dance
It wont matter if I ripp you because your dick rhyders will come through
You went on a merking spree; of herbs .. you know they are people to
Com is for our mis-COMunication; who the fuck told you .. you were skilled
You should look in to the harm you have done; truth dot COM show how many herbs you have killed
Get your talent refilled; why the fuck would you wanna brag bout the name Yak Pak
Its whack, no one on this sight or in there right mind would
wanna jack that
Listen up herb killer, you reign ends here right after you read
my verse
I'll let you listen to your own lyriks and you see what makes
my eyes really hurt