Battle

Take this bullet of lyrical rhymes right into the brain

'Cause I'm about to give the death penalty of pain

Yes I'm a little crazy so you can call me insane

Bt I'm the loco motherfucker who had gotton you slain

My insanity, profanity, my West Coast mentality

Will make you face a permanent fatality

Just like this beat, prepare to taste plain brutality

And when you swallow it like you did Carlcee's dick, you'll see reality

Spitting lyrical flames, that'll leave you critical

Rememberin' thatr K N B was always so rhythmical

Know your fuckin' facts, you ain't sharper than tacks

Gotta advertise, heard you're unsastified with your size

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Shit, I'm fucking neighbor cross the streeet, and I heard you cry!

So be cautious, you can add this battle to one of your losses

Man, battling you almost makes me natious