[Intro]
I know you gonna dig this

[Verse 1]
Born hiz-on is what I'm friz-on
And that’s no liz-ie
If you can funk me
But I'll tell you catch a fiz-ie
I know you sayin' "What language Kilo speakin’?"
This is the Piz you catch a fiz up or you're beakin'
OK, I ad-miz it, I'm hiz-up on this shiz-it
'Cause every time I speak this piz-ic, I'm a jiz-ic
You wanna battle? OK, you're gonna liz-ooze
And when I wiz-in, your biz-itch is gonna chiz-ooze
Call me Mr. Kilo or call me Mr. Miz-ack
Don't ask me why you bite your tounge and take it biz-ack
Oh you can fiz-ooze, this ain’t no giz-ick
Just bet that diz on my giz-ie, this is the piz-ie

[Verse 2]
This is the piz-ick, you thought I was a liz-on
I’m kickin' flavors at the bottom drinkin’ biz-on
I've got a posse, driz-ippin' by the dozen
Strictly business L.G.P., we just like cousins
Cobay is my miz-an, he down for his criz-on
With the boys in the hiz are sayin' "Put down"
Sizzie B, he be down for a minute
But when he get out, we got thousand, he gon’ spin it
Welse is the jizz-ay, he thinkin' of a master plan
Crazy riz-id in the biz-a with the gack in hand
You think he playin', is what he's sayin'
He knock you diz-own with the niz-ine
Go to sprayin'
Now that you niz-o, a language is like trick
It won't be hard if you diz-own, we speak the piz
[Verse 3]
Why you be laughin'?
Take that smiz-ile off your fiz-ace
'Fore you be murdered in this motherfuckin' pliz-ace
You come around, man, you be flexin' on my piz-ick
I got this diz-own, now look what y'all done diz-id
You was my buddy on that motherfuckin' stiz-oud
But you be actin' like a motherfuckin' chiz-ild
Get off my hiz-on, you steppin' on my giz-o
Before I slap you like a broken down hiz-o
You gettin' miz-ed, biz-oy you better slow down
You'll be ba-zaggin' and bliz-edin on the griz-ound
And if I diz-on't, what you gonna diz-oo?
You're to your criz-ib and get your twenty tiz-oo
Yeah fuck n***a, you better bring one bigger
Because you diz-on, I'm piz-ullin' on my trigger
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Don't fuck with me you fuckin' fool
I'll be diz-ancin' and liz-aughin' at your funeral
And while you're dancin', don't come out of the grave
I'll beat you down like a motherfuckin' slave
Before you realize what you did
The Kilo in the house and I'm down with the piz-ie

[Verse 4]
I feel up in the rink, I saw the same-old, same-old
Flexin' with the fellas 'bout this nappy head ho
I thought he was finished with his old flexin' game
'Cause everytime I seen him, his flex were gettin' lame
So I walks over to him, thought that I should tell him
Starts to call me names, even flex to yell 'em
Straighten up, motherfucker, don't back down
Told him I was Kilo and I'm down for my crown
'Fore he had realized what he hadsaid
He had Tec 9 bullets in his motherfuckin' hiz-ead
A girl came over, said "I'm glad that you capped him
I'm glad the flexer dead, I oughta go and snap him"
She said "If you didn't do it, it was gonna happen next"
And Kilo's in the house, better stop flexin'