Now, so I hear there's a king in town.
It ain't nothin', I ain't frontin', but I'mma take 'em down.
Ain't no one got a damn thing on me,
so do a mic check, trick, an' get on them knees.
You think you're all tough, but my shit is on track.
Hold up, lemme pause, 'cause all your shit's whack.
One second, two seconds, three, and maybe four.
I got yo ass chokin', bent over to the floor.
I'mma take it easy for a moment, speak the truth.
Get off of my stage, homie, 'cause there ain't no room.
I'm takin' this place on, in the zone, now I'm gone,
poutin', shoutin', clownin', 'cause I still got yo momma's thong.
Like I said, I'm goin' easy at first,
but let's see what ya'll got before I send you out in a hearse.
(( Hurse? Hurst? Wtfever. ;} ))