Let’s be honest, once Ja drops this, King’s ‘bound to lose’ like bondage
Folks know my skill’s accomplished, it’s obvious ur a clueless novice
So just stop it, tryna rock it in front of a mirror in ur pajamas topless
Ur better off joinin a ‘broad band’ the way you ‘phone it in’ like Vonage
You ain’t the King, I’m afraid ur mistaken, that’s a blatant over-statement
Your fallacious crown be flakin from all that fake-ass gold platin
‘Snakin’ naked in old basements, engagin in fellatio for blow payments
Lucky for you AIDS is contagious so ya got sickness to grace these pages
But yo dog I ain’t hatin, just cuz ya get slept on like coma wards
But when 3-0 for me is the total score… go stuff THAT in ur Cobra Report!
Like midgets ur comin up short, unmentioned more than Lord Voldemort
Cuz Cobra couldn’t rock steady sittin in a rockin chair on his own front porch
Soon to be tortured ‘n scorched, when I completely defeat ya Mod vs. Mod
Ja’s gonna string ya up and beat ya like lynch mobs ‘n german squads
Makin sure this turd gets squashed, thoroughly squirted with pearly sauce
King, ur gonna bow before ME… so how ya gonna claim that ur the boss?