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