Yo pass the mic,
I'm dissing the bitch I don't like.
I got King Kong in the trunk,
Yo dad your breath smell like ass of a skunk.
I make hits like I'm boxing,
In the long run I'm the last anyone will be mocking.
I spit it like 50 Cent,
But my jaw don't have a dent.
I'm going to own, T-Town,
I ask myself, "why am I fucking with this clown."
Because I'm the best,
I be banging it on the West.
I look at my past and ask "I did this for real?",
That's right and it's me against the world.
