look... you think your an mc but you ain't got nothing on me nothing no nothing you and your clic you think I'm taking the Mick? I'm slick on the mic your thick on the mic flick your glasses up you and your mumble rap you came from the scrap you rat lad you mad? challenging me? I'm the best mc you better study me cause I'm saying this once I don't need guns you and your chums sons leave me alone cause I'm known around here I'm your puppeteer pulling your strings like a king you think your bling can save you from the smacking I'm about to serve you you got alot of nerve trying to preserve this ain't the last verse you better reahearse I'm adverse I'll put you in a hearse before you can reverse out of what you got into chew chew chew you blew blew blew the jury have decided you have to be ignited we collided and now your dead you got two shots in your head you bled bled bled you turned red red red well don't say I didn't warn ya you will wish you weren't born their not gonna mourn mourn mourn but since your an "mc" surely you would have something on me