Bitin, homie, sucker I ain't bit shit
I make this up in my head, lickety split, bitch
Only thing being planted is the crown on my mantle
If it's somethin you can't handle
I'll tear it down like a vandal
This ain't no freestyle scandal
No cover-ups, no reason to moan, g
Thou just got served and I yes I just owned thee
Lonely?
I know I am cuz I'm by myself at the top
I own this spot
No one else to share the cream of the crop
I came through here and caused your dreaming to stop
I see there's no one behind you to say they next
They see me running verses in ya like daily prison sex
When you challenged me I had to stop and think
But didn't take long to know you the weakest link
You can't even get a hood hoe to blow you
You're the type of a guy even a hooker would say no to
My lyrics, like the Nile, just straight up flow through
You only keep trying just to see if you can spite me
And as you stand there in awe, I walk out politely.
This is my last entry in this lyrical assault,
And I cracked you open like a lock on a vault
Since you started this, I can say with a grain of salt
Oooooooohhh...it ain't my fault.

Ugh. Later, QD.