You must be f**kin’ confused, stop frontin’ wit dudes.
I’m the reason fools be tuckin they jewls.
Brag about money, what the f**k does that prove?
I aint got s**t, that means nuttin’ to lose.
Couldnt finish school? (wtf ) you’re f**kin’ retarded.
This rap diss is practice like shootin’ a target.
You picked you’re fate, now get it straight, you’re rhymes I’ll obliterate.
Pick a date, I’ll get you ate, you’re lable I will liquidate.
You’re unable to spit, what lable you wit?
I’m Kane, I’ll kill you like you’re Abel n s**t.
And this is the last two bars I’ma give.
So give up the act, you record at ya momma’s crib.
i said i wouldnt but i cant help myself…