this dude kleptik hectic,all over his verses, all you hear curse, blah blah blah and more curses/
I spit all the illness, that kleptik can't, all you spit is a collection of shit, like septic tanks/
Bitch, respect the rank, you feel the burst, get down to ya knees like you going to church, bed or hurst, which ever i'm a send you first, realize these steel lines will pierce ya skirt/
how many people gotta show this moron's whack, he's trying to show his barq has bite, but his shits gon flat/
I'm gonna piss on that, like everything else you do, you still blowing ya own horn, get someone else to toot.
I ain't no game boy, you can't play me, even if you drowned me in bleach, you couldn't fade me/
remember you asked for this battle, it wasn't my choice, what kept your losing streak going, well it wasn't my voice/
Now you had to call for help, what!! nigga please, now i gotta waste another track just to deal with skeez/
