Its JK daug salutations, !PUNK EMCEE!; Greetings~//
U couldnt 'hang' wit My lyrics like nigguhs at Klan meetings//
And that 'edible'&'Wresting line'<like that hasnt been said to me//
now jus act as ur name, cuz a emcee is what you'll never be//
ill come harder wit 'hits' like 'football athletes defensive Blitz'//
ur suppose to come wit spits,my verse is 'magic' while u jus a 'trick'//
gettin performed on, like patients in critical condition//
u gettin stormed on wit stiff breezes knockin u out position//
u from lifes depressions, but slippin into the posession of JK's aggressions//