How many times you gone clown around my age?
you sound like barettes and bubble gum in 3rd grade
In 89 battled daddy for mommas good graces
Since 17 she always had them silly fuck faces
I can spit lava through braces-
I told her to name you Ak-born
all my sperm are emcees
whether deep-throated or aerial catapulted
I'm the sickest muphuka on the boards
and you know it
It's my fault I auto piloted in rounds 1 and 2
thinking freestyling halfassed just might do
Look at you spending nights and daze tryna come up with haze
praying to KR-Jesus that your hard work pays
Sorry youngster, remember I gave you shine...
that may artist of the month nod was mines
I got an OK your forehead's red-dotted
slap boxed punch drunk metaphors are blood-clotted
Ya career is cut short like Slick Rick the ruler
Mini-Me, glass joe, falls out like Zab Judah
I ain't old i'm a veteran better come better than that
Only tie-ing is the noose we Jena six'in The Ak
Where Sharpton At? Jessie Jackson? Where's Obama
I birthed your style
Sorry you are NOT the father