Normally my opponents know that I’m ownin ‘em
Goin against Koga’s wicked rhymes is hopeless but
This time it’s a guy that don’t even know me yet
Somebody throw him a bone, remind him it’s over with
Holdin hife life in the scope of a rifle
I fuckin sniped through his dome right there in the night club
Proof died from his wounds, it was national news
Head-shot in the dark and now this battle is through kid
But I’ma keep it goin just to show that you stupid
For choosin a name that's been famous since dude spit
My anus produces better noise and I’ll prove it
With the two shits that I fuckin give about you bitch
If you still missed the truth, then take a closer look and
You’ll see that I ate you - the proof is in the pudding
Rappin ain't for you, no need to pretend when I got
The Document to prove that you only a text head
And battling me is suicide, your life’s too dependent
Like geometry, cuz all I need is one proof to end it
