R.I.P. Fate
the nerve of this kid to think he better than me
im a beast, you just a piece of spaghetti to me
put some bass in ya voice kid n better ya speech
this is lukecwalker, you could never be me
i could rip niggaz in half on the deadliest beats
i battle turned massacre, leave you dead in the street
i gave you fair warnin, but now you beggin for beef
so im'a eat you like a sandwich nigga, lettuce n meat
there are many different issues, hear em seperatly
number one, can you beat me? negative see
my crew already ran through you and severed the weak
from the strong, all along you were destined defeat
you walk around in a skirt and you punch like a girl
ya whole life can be summed up wit a four letter word
you sound like a sissy, so you double ya vocals
bet uz a lil bitch, my lil cuzin could smoke you
i couldnt tell the difference if ya mother approached you
standin side to side holdin hands takin a photo
you grab a mic spittin raps makin it homo
to be an emcee, you should leave for vacation tomorrow
ya parents shouldve made baby makin a no no
ya mother shouldve swallowed, like a babe in a porno
but they made you, a mishap, a medical mess
to go up against a man like me wit incredible texts
look into a mirror, lemme show you the difference
between me and you, man and boy, niggaz and bitches
you better think longer when you makin descisions
cuz im a man wit a fishin pole, you bait for the fishes
i hold it down in the street, you gettin raped in a prison
i hold the crown on the beats, while you stay as a bishop