you lyke Puffy in tha background, cuz all u do iz talk with no-talent/
so when u get ripped you bytch u'll know not to fuck with thiz known-malice/
you couldnt comprehend my flowz with an "English Lit" book-in-your-lap/
so dont pretend you can contend when us men cant even look-at-your-crap/
see tha cloudz rizin lyke weed-smoke when i burn tha body of C-moke/
bytch gone be-choked before i knock your punk ass out lyke Deebo/
now wut tha fuck you gonna do~bytch?, you juzt cant-compete/
cuz when i buzt lyrical bulletz i uze two~clipz, itz your own damn-defeat/
myght az well retreat, your faggot ass cant accept a loss/
blamin everything on "dickrydin" when your weak ass getz crossed/
u see tha fact-iz you and Fawg are FAGGOTZ who swing off tha dick/
itz tragic but you swingin off hiz genitalz lyke itz an elastic prick/
you shoulda juzt quit before you spoke one blurred word/
you winnin iz absurd, ya heard, fynd your visit to tha siccness permanently de-turred(detoured)/
that shyt u spit wuz too weak, meak, cuz i wreck-N-check-bullshyt-lyke-that/
fuck you and yo team, i disconnect-ya-neck-and-pull-clipz-to unload-in-ya-back/
lil old crybaby ass motherfucker bytchin bout my vote, and it wuznt even hiz-battle!/
puttin Fawg'z tiny testiclez on hiz tonsilz, get thiz fool sum padz cuz hiz shinz-battered!/*
it getz-badder, thiz foolz shyt'z-shattered, get tha fuck outta here with that excuse-for-a-rap/
thiz iz my home you intrude-you-get-slapped, bytch you loze-in-thiz-match/
therez no way you can lyrically hang with thiz insane demon puttin you to shame/
in thiz game therez no need to refrain, but in thiz case you should have cuz that shyt wuz lame/
you wanna attack me az hard~az~u~can, but you failed-lyke-a-drop-out/
on tha ladder of lyfe you'll never get az far~az~a~man, i prevail-while-u-drop-down/
you talkin bout who can flow, bytch go look at your own shyt/
weaker than weak you need to seak help cuz thatz gettin ripped/
im equipped with more than you can take/
ya slipped, now im leavin your trick ass verbally raped/
who have you beaten? who iz worth mentioning/
battling me iz a blessing, but you juzt cant capitolize lyke wrestling/
fuck you and yourz, you two combined dont equal up to one member of Krooked-Konceptz/
talkin all that weak ass mess, tryna leave tha rezt of us rattled and shook-with-nonsense/
well thatz all you speak, so fuck it i guess we'll deal-with-it/
cuz we damn sure wont be cryin lyke yall, we come real-in-thiz/
fuck it, you never stood a chance, your rhymez are Dr. Suess/
when you come back from your one week vacation your ass iz gonna be callin treuce/
FUCK THAT i aint done, your ass iz fuckin GARBAGE/
come get smacked back to that fag you jack off, you're both heartless/
comin on az if you're tha shyt, but you're tha only onez who believe-it/
got your tongue in Fawg'z asshole, you muzt be tryna retrieve-shyt/
got ya grievin, bytch take your head off Fawg'z shoulder/
cryin lyke a hoe, sittin N wishin your punk ass could come colder/
itz over, you're gay ass haz juzt lozt in a true battle/
im steppin to tha plate packin more nutz than Planter'z/
fuck thiz shyt, im now finished with your ass/
your diminished juzt azk, cuz when tha votez roll in Cmoke will be nothin but a part of tha passed/
BYTCH
*for thoze who didnt catch that lyne, it meanz he'z on hiz kneez a lot.
