If you think you gone beat me you must be on that Hennessey,
Cuz you stay "biting lines" like a "fish in the sea"//
Nicca I been a "G" and I aint talkin bout no "Clover",
If I see you on da street you gone get ran the f*ck over//
So watch were you walk, nicca think before you talk,
Cuz if is "beef" im on top of it like "seasoning salt"//
Yea, Im here to teach you a lesson, the punishment will have you crying like "Usher" in "Confessions"//
Nicca im a blessing you just a sin,
He a cocksucker he love dropping his chin//
Yo gurl want a man in her life not some kid,
I had her screaming "WHAT!!" cuz my "Lil Jon" too big//
Now you dating your own sex, Soon you be laid to rest,
You a negative person but you got a "positive" on yo "AIDS" test//(AIDS=As I Die Slowly)
My team like the Colts we score in bunches,
Its like yo "wrists" is cut off cuz you dont "throw no punches"//
When you get yo weight up I let you join my team,
Like a told you before im the South’s King//

King of da South