And you think u got a whole lot of skill cuz your~raps~rhyme/
It takes you at least 15 hours to write em, while I write mine on~the~dime/
Yo problems I bet u remember when I Ko ed you on rapdogs/
Bout to be the same thing here on Flow Central
Yo homie u have no talent in hip hop to get yourself anywhere quick/
How u think u gonna get signed to a label when you have a lisp?/
U wanna get signed but you cant with your weak effort/
Only Label that would pick you up is ‘Disney Records’/
Yo dawg this kid is no competiton by now I think ive had enough/
ur rhymes couldnt get air time if u did a colab wit ‘Hilary Duff’/
This retard cant figure out that two lines equal one bar/
And cant figure out why they got the Police following him in his car/
They following u cuz u bumpin n grindin with lil children/
And drug um with your special rendition of your penicillin/
Boy I think your picked the wrong~web~site/
Go to country.com, its just another place where u~can~bite/
U stick out like wesley snipes at a KKK con~ven~tion/
u'll give urself a heart attack cuz i caused all this ten~sion
My skill will give you goosebumps runnin down your spine/
Dawg u aint good at rappin, your mother lied/
And u also wondering why all you getting is shots to tha head/
Cuz you was chillin on the eastside dressed in all red/
I could have one line and it wouldn’t even have to rhyme/
And still beat you cuz I had flow and more multis/
And you wondering why in every battle u keep losin/
I should just dye your hair blonde to stop the confusion/
But ill stop here and end of this embarrassment for you.
Count with me..1...2...3...Ko for me fool/
