mak got a knack for talking that smack but im back on attack after made a couple racks in the kitchen where im whipping on a mission with ambition no suspicion called me a hoe now im knockin on his door no one home grab the phone and im callin in some drones find ya ass in the grass no i cant let this one pass mak is whack in the back yeah i caught you slippin quit yo trippin no more yippin steady sippin on the lean yeah im mean hella clean and im smokin on that green whacha seen not thing cuz it ching in the spring with that thing ima king make ya sing while ya cling to the life ya missin shoulda stopped ya dissin now your wife im kissin all your rhymes were missin hear your whines see the signs thats my turn imy missin got your girl simpin steady pimpin while you limpin in a panic got me manic im tyrannic you satanic and we off the zone took you off your throne no you cant atone ganna make her moan just to hear you groan leave ya all alone...