Should've Chose London Bridge

Im bouts to crack your ass, macadamia Should've backed out, now there ain't gon be no saving ya this about to hurt ain't gon be no anesthesia I'm throwing all shade, didn't even put the ez up I'm the kingpin in the shit, you the little pup the only time you feel like King is in the local pub where you go drink to escape your life "don't be like that man, you gotta do right" parents pointing, at Scotty, telling they kids to aim high when I talk about you I really start to sigh, cuz I know you can't fight back, no eye 4 eye you wanna act all hard but you just a soft, mike and ike you need to self evaluate before you touch a mic and the game plan is this, Im gonna throw all rights not like this redcoat brit can stop these hits no body bag this time, won't even bother with a ditch put your ass on display, y'all see what I'm doing to this bitch you in the big league, featuring big polo on the pitch you lost one already, 2 more strikes, and you're out of the biz not like rapping helped your ass put food up in the fridge Can't believe you chose this death over jumping London bridge I thought you would've been smarter than that, maybe Cambridge not like you got into that college couz you would of had the knowledge to acknowledge, that your tracks is some garbage the game ain't close, this punk not getting yardage let me do you a favor, Imma call for a stoppage...