pep the narrative, wit me there's no comparatives/ I-will send shots right through you/ you'll be on Pacers like a Miller fan//

Tek felt froggy so he leaped/ the formal invite/ ask him how it feels to have his career end in one night//

challenging me is like the blind watchin' tv/ pointless/ or like fag running into a gauntlet//

this is like the Collumbine Massacre/ Ima bastard plus, you're not the present you're the past tense// but I

do acknowledge the fact that you're six strong/ wit 2 L's/ lets be honest you're pink like Champele// and from hell/

I deliver balls of flame/ mental~superbulatious~got nerves that pinch brains/ yousa a true lame//

my lines are on Viagra, they harder than yours/ flow deep like the Niagra, the smarter than yours//

and I don't care if you on 'E' and your whole Units a 'G'/ I blow 50 everyday your flow ain't nothin' to me//

Tek Executed by King, so your name fits/ suprised true king, and I'm not surprised if you can't spit//

I'm ill-will, you're more like lil-skilled/ my lines don't punch Tek, muthafucka they kill.............