back in the saddle, back rappin' the battles/
i'm crackin' some wack jack that's attracted to cattles/
i can't even read your name right (K-mist?), i guess i'm illiterate/
i'll just shut my eyes and spit at you, i guess this shit's hit or miss/
if it's a spit or a diss, i'm still rippin' your shit apart/
you're 5-and-0 now, pretty good - i guess it's a start/
but get used to losin' son, or go back to tippin cows/
or hit the store for more of that moonshine you're sippin' now/
i'm flippin' out at my fly wordplay - or is it my flow?/
i'll let tha voters decide if my comeback shit was dope.