thats the lamest shit i ever seen and thats saying a lot cause i seen all you work
you a baby messing with a real grown man you gonna get hurt
I see what ya doing, ya trying to hide you weak lines with cartoon faces
you've been a pussy ever since you were wearing braces
Just to clarify nigga, you aint a boss, hell you aint even a soldier yet
i bet you gonna squeal to the cops "king mathers just sent me a death threat"
how could you be a boss when your bitch calls all the shots
she tells you what to wear more often that not
You frontin man you tell us your hard, i found out that u sendin love letters
then i see you and your bitch walking down the street in matching sweaters
you a bitch man you should tattoo it on ya face, you marked for life
dont reply cause king mathers always wins in a fight