I’m known for kicking butts….with these feet of doom
You’ll get a taste for shit…while ur licking your wounds
How polite to ring the bell of gloom….asking for Trouble
But ur out of your depth in this….go back to your puddle
Skills cant be bought hate to burst ur bubble…you got ripped off by the owner
Chrit paused for thought….and his fam thought he’d entered a coma!
We all knew u were pushing your luck…it wasn’t hard to shift
Cos your only chance of winning…just jumped off a cliff!
Hell, I’ll admit my progress crashed…...and smashed into chrits routine
I merely broke his concentration…and he began wiping the windscreen
Chrits got a trick up his sleeve…he’s armed with hoes
But how Dezyr fit up there……….nobody knows!
It fair to say chrits come far and it shows….riding on my coat-tails!
So I’ll just have to hang up my jacket……if all else fails
U’ve seen more sacs than flood control…an we all know
Amundsen wasn’t the first white male….to discover the ‘south pole’
U sold yourself short….its plain saleing… reduce this price tag
Its sad how u try to run shit… n couldnt manage ur way out a wet paper bag!