you wanted to fuck with me like that fo real yo let's rap man you wanted too be the best at it once I crushed your dreams keep up yeah you wanted to rhyme like me but you failed timelessly now and again you wanted to take from me what I started what are you fuckin retarted I clean a slate like a dinner plate you think I'm mean but wait you don't have enough meat for me to have beef with you a pork chop at best my forks not impressed with your cut what cuck keep watching me fuck this up properly I'm not gon be side lined never did I ride the pine always on the field trying to find mine on the front line feelin like if I don't come up with it I'm the next punchline so "who's got bars" and ready to prove it you either about this music or your gonna lose it so "who's got bars" I'll check your chin like I do mic 1 2 1 2 if you came to fight I want you too understand that these hands never played nice once and you on thin ice punks I see it crackin under your feet you knew this would happen I don't know why you wanted the beef let's keep it to rappin you ain't runnin in these streets actin like you tough at all muscle bound puff ball