Pound for Pound I deffinately outweigh the nigga, Keep tryna get ya weight up but you get no bigga,
Yo ass run when you seem me so you aint a Gorilla, so while yatryna back track you will get capped with the pull of my trigga.

We The Source like Benzino, and ruthless like Al Pacino,
My lyrics are lethal, barely legal so you will have no Sequel.


This nigga is stepping up to The King imma say off with his head forr treason,
To get all those stale rhymes from his gums he needed MouthWash so he could spit something halfway decent.

Yall Starvin niggaz try to eat like ‘Pac-Man’ but im the Ghosts ill lay down the ‘Clapps-Man’,
Seperatingg you like a ‘faction’…so I know you caint fuck with my ‘Stacks…Man’!

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King of Saint Lou