Aight then, fuck a catchy starting, if pro say he's moping,..//
About a long ass opening, and the things i've spoken..//
Now i got hope to get to the finals, better pray I dont..//
Cuz now Kron wont get an intro, just to sway the votes..//
And we all thought Gen-sis the only nitwit to get in movie tidbits..//
But get this, this bitch kid been in all of kevin smith flicks..//
And its not that your arms are too short to box with god
Cuz that aint the case man, we aint in the same weight class..//
So fuck kron, cuz its a slim chance im goin to weight class..//
To get thinner, skip dinner and finish my slim fast..//
Already did that, fact is im taking a hit then pass it
Me and kron been on the friend tip, time to kick the habit..//
Im on the patch, Bitch, just like peter the rabbit did..//
But Im known to alter boys just like catholic kids..//
Raise a havoc so disastrous, paths of winds..//
Pass and spin so fast a vastness within ..//
Crashes threw your campus, like a lavish sin..//
Right through your matress, in gashes starts to graph your skin..//
Within a flash it happens to punk boys who act like men..//
Then amongst the noise my laughs begin..//
To assualt your mental, So let all your friends know...//
That fuck'n with Poly'll leave your body stacked in fresno..//
tracks suspensefull, My pencil woulda just hacked like mince meat..//
Your coulda just asked, I woulda let you borrow sixteen..//
Bars, It aint hard to hide the parts when they in piles..//
Poly's smart, now im off, drag your carcus to the finals..//
Till Shards from the floor boards lodge in you vitals..//
So remember its important to Dodge for your survival..//
Practice makes perfect, so if its worth it, I'm hearin' a difference
If its not off kilter, Poly'a cop ya pop filter for christmas
Cuz there's no deny'n our relation, the facts are uncanny
Me and your sister are an item, ( C'mon Jason), we practically family..//
You upstanding, Padwon... Few Jedi's learn..//
Crews have to dispatch, Im Packed with fight words..//
Attack Canada with random acts of Live bursts...
Son I'll embarress you, Till you face match your sideburns
Even my sentence slice cuz my words got edge..//
I'm Leavin' Kronik shook like nervous pot heads..//
Look, Even if you got good, you wont see me stress..//
You should just stick to play'n Ghostwriter like PBS..//
I write Rap manuals,shit... Its just somethin' I do..//
Hit a fifth of Jack Daniels, Come in your room..//
Had enough of this dude, Im gonna erupt and just bruise..//
Your Stomach, and hit kronik Like Substance abuse..//