Yo, im king of this league, and the mods keep bringing the weak/
Im fucking beating your teeth so you won't be speaking for weeks/ Seak could be Rudolph the Red-Nosed Rapper and still never "be in the lead"/ My antics are Titanic, hit me swiftly, and im still not springing a leak/ Cuz, like iceburgs, my words, freeze you with "intricate rhyme terms"/And you can't handle me, like a standard jeep, on "wicked slick tight turns"/ Seak could support six sisters on his shoulders, and still not "hold is own"/
My spoken tone is harder than you trying to call for backup on a broken phone/It's like you signed up for REALITY, but lately you've been skipping the class/Cuz not taking me seriously, is like gossip, you're missing the facts/ Your like a trout to my bait, keep coming back, and ill keep "giving ya hooks"/ Hit the library, research sam, but come to find out, ive "hidden the books"/ Cuz my weakness couldn't be found, with team of hounds, all keen and ready/Your like a poor piece of pussy to a porn star, nothing i haven't seen already/