ill empty a few clips...and watch your ass bleed,
and youll be at down at my feet like "fab" ..."I cant Breath",
oh no dawg I'm just a textcee...go out n place bets,
only when the king rocks a mic...he's talkin' bout gay sex,
you know I gotta skip introductions...and slip interuptions,
my clicks so sick i kick in directions,
nobody owns me...but errbody knows me,
if you think you got game...you can try to blow me,
homie I'm too ill...my skill got the thrill,
mad like Uma Thurman on Kill Bill...got the real deal,
non imbecile complete with high IQ,
recognize me and I might like you...

Holla Back Yall