I dont see your pace, it must be lost,
Now listen up boy, before you get criss-crossed.
So take your rap away from here,
It's better if your rap just would disappear.
You said to him you burned him red,
When your raps are just so freaking dead.
Now go home and cry, and now you learn,
That water are you gonna apply on this rapping burn.
So get up from your big butt,
Before you become a stinky cut.
And just a last word, for you to know,
I'm shooting you easy with my bow.
You're not King Kong this morning or this afternoon,
You're just a big, old bad-rapping baboon.