.......Shakeet Lokh Em, son, who do you think your smokin'
i've already looked into you, all your posts got me dozin'
my flow is damaging, your style get broken and swollen
im shakin' things up, i know its hard for you to focus
i'll snatch your fame and glory like an alcoholic snatch a '40
spit a rhyme in your grandmom house and make her say "Lordy!!"
right before she, serves that soul food that send my cholestoral soaring
im bless-ed kid, not the type to be messin with
thats why these cats talk shit through instant messages
slaughter you before you can finish your sentences
i'd like to think, that i spread truth through the mic or ink
and that you just got served, so first things first, what would you like to drink?