Send ya physical-to-the-doctors, pain's critical as a mobster/
Whinin after he's bruised & battered, typical of a toddler/
I'm employed at KFC, & ensure chickenhead ho's-are-done/
It's like weed in this league, you can't receive an 0-for-1/
Complain, cause raw-kings are slaine, without special-teams/
Reduce to peasant, find it pleasant cleanin restroom-pee/
Split ya skull vertically on stumps, so that the lumber-divides/
Your rap position symbolizes, this verse's number-of-lines/