yo bitch c rocka, kickin me out da terror clique well fucka/
this battle gonna be a fuckin slobba knocka, i'l be a boxa//1
be like fuckin John Sena, callin ya out like that bitch Tina/
you suckin on a pena, not clolotta but penis like christina//2
you gonna fuckin strattle, ur the baby shakin a fuckin rattle/
ur not ready to battle, beat ur fuckin ass with pine's paddle//3
he has aol "MO MURDA BKI", that bitch might as well fuckin die/
settin there cryin as i doin this "sigh", cuz i'll be out gettin high//4
he can't hanlde the heat i bring, worse then a thaw in the spring/
pine-cone's trys sing, can't stand cuz there a miget on my bling//5
ur veteran, tear ur arm off stuff in ut throat make u a vegetarian/
c rocka ran, he fuckin choking? that bitch prob came from Iran//6

break this down for ya
-slobba knocka is a event for wresting
-i'll be a boxa (knock him out)
-he try'd to kick me out of his crew da terror clique but i quit
-MO MURDA BKI that his aol hanlde (profile)
-tear ur arm off stuff in ut throat make u a vegetarian (make him eat his arm, all bloody and its meat)
-"c rocka ran" there s a song called i ran (so far away) by the flock of seagulls