[Round 1: QP]
In a honest day n***a I could say, you'll never take my title K
Your name's Kronic Plague, that's why your career's never seen the light of day
I went onto the forum looking for him, nobody had nothing nice to say
The fans said "Q, he's nice on beats but he's twice ya' age"
In that case, my record won't sustain a blemish
In these next couple of seconds let me explain the physics
I'm from the Bay, San Jose, I ain't came to visit
I'm here to serve this online thug over the net like a game of tennis
I'm a menace, let me tell ya' something that I know honest
If I put his seeds underwater that's hydroponics
So when I throw Kronic in the ocean breeze overseas hopefully his folks'll see no I'm not growing weed
It's chronic since I smoke the trees daily metaphorically, that translate to QP, blowing KP by the quarter p
Accordingly QP stands for Quantum Physics
Rolls-Royce flow, yours more a Honda Civic
All my whips like long-sleeves, arms is in it
I spray the pound and break him down like long division
You made a wrong-

[Round 1: Kronic Plague]
Soon as I saw this broke n***a I sounded displeased
Like "Ugh, a Quarter Pounder with no cheese?"
Bitch please, don't even act like an emcee no more
Ya' whole style is so SMACK DVD '04
QPeezy, believe me, I ain't knocking habits
I know what QPeezy stand for: quit popping Xanax
Say you original, that shit got me laughing
Like bitch stop it, practice
Turns out when your friends ain't behind you, yo' shit's not as active
And who the fuck wants a Quarter Pounder with no cheese? This wack fag's nothing
Reminds me of a peach Optimo with no weed, his raps lack substance, I pack mad punches
As a kid I jacked mad lunches, and he yellow like the color that the lunch tickets that I jacked had on it
So go ahead talk tough, it's obvious we don't believe you
I say 'we', 'cause it's an observation of the people
Plus you rap with more long pauses than a conversation with Eleagle
And I ain't saying you flow shitty, but all I do is think about salsa when you flow really
'Cause in my head I be like "His stuff's made in New York City"
[Round 2: QP]
The Plague won't beat QP, for one you as old as shit
Y'all heard about the stop-pause? Well people get a load of this
He said he could see QP, don't that sound like a load of shit?
N***a you couldn't see QP if I let you hold my dick
Flow is sick, I was bumping Onyx in the Jag
Like, Kronic versus me? No, honest this is sad
My style is Guile, the cal like Sonic when it blast
Ain't it ironic QP, putting Kronic in a bag?
Now Kronic isn't trash, he's actually a good grade of weed
But his insides underdeveloped, or as I should say the seeds
Grandaddy know, there's a difference 'tween good grapes and trees
Kron's trees, so you probably should shake, and leave
Now I would say that he's, a talented spitting trained vet
But Kronic's a weed, whose career is more of a trainwreck
Lame check, he was on a show where he won a hundred K
Well this ain't that show but Bob, tell him what he's won today
You win two punchlines, with your name imposed on it
Here it goes, with a flick of the wrist, this flame'll smoke Kronic
Honest, plus I know somebody 40 don't want it
'Cause I ain't tryna buy a eighth of weed when I put this .40 on Kronic

[Round 2: Kronic Plague]
I'm a rap superhero, the black Lou Ferrigno
This n***a came here dressed like a bag full of Skittles
The difference between me and you? I face fears, I'm a boss
While look at his pants, he got chased here by a dog
Some would talk about ya' name QP, shut this bitch up
'Cause I'm a qualified person, to hit him with a quick punch
And I feel like a man afterwards, so he kinda like quick pussy
Questionable poets get ate like chocolate chip cookies
You seem like the type of rapper in it just tryna make a quick profit
Kicking weak nonsense, smelling like shit, so based on his rank and I thought QP stood for Queef Pocket
I guess that's why y'all gassed like a giant fart
But if beef popped off QP would stand for Quiet Part
And that's my cue to pee on him, so I start unzipping fuck it
Call himself Quarter Pounder, but got the heart of a chicken nugget
I rap battle bars, roll with a team of rapper stars
So even if he said the alphabet backwards QP, come after ours
[Round 3: QP]
Outta all of the hobbies, why'd you have to take up flow?
With a name like Kronic you would think he break up O's
You lack good foundation, something you can't make up fo'
Ya' claim to fame's a Wake Up Show? Wake up bro
This is a rude awakening, Kronic Plague's from the common days
BC discreetly, you know, before we heard of bomb and haze
So Moses, what would Jesus do? Probably be calm and pray
I'd rather throw him off the roof in no 'chute and yell, "Bombs away"
But ay, I'ma give him what he came fo'
I like his ice, the price is right so, welcome to the gameshow
Aight, on this gameshow the game goes, I'ma fill in the blanks they see
I'm here to take the money out his pocket that he H-A-D
His Wheel of Fortune watch, van of white, if the payday's sweet
Then I'd like to buy a vowel so I can AK P
Now look it's been a while, I feel like prolonging the rap
And outta this crowd lyrically, you belong in the back
So when I put you in the studio, put the songs on the track
'Cause I see men, you semen, 'cause Kronic still belong in the sack

[Round 3: Kronic Plague]
Ya' rhymes are generic, like blonde jokes on white girls
So to me they all filler, like they came in chocolate cupcakes with white swirls
I mean, you so unoriginal, with every move he thinking
There's even a more popular rapper already named QP in Cleveland
And he follow every trend he see on BET, so he could feel doper
Wake up every morning like, "I can't wait till my braids grow to reach my shoulders"
He do one hell of an impression though, but I know what's up
Every night before bed he like "Dear Loaded Lux"
But you could die for biting, but if I was Lux I wouldn't kill ya'
I'd just be like, "I'm the n***a, SONS crew look at as a father figure
So I guess we know who doesn't suck
Yo' momma n***a," and she likes to fuck
Oh shit, he just pulled out his imaginary gun, duck
You ain't selling hot flows, so ya' raps are not repeated
Every since you fell in a foxhole and got conceited
He rep SONS, and after this he hate me
I guess that's why I feel like starting a crew called DAD
Greazy
[Round 4: QP]
I scrutinize everything, I tend to A to Z it
There's two sides to every story, or at least two ways to see it
Now I'ma break it all the way down with ten ways to see if
Kronic's living up to his name in them ten plagues of Egypt
Now I know you can't turn water into blood 'cause blood's thicker than water
Since you ain't holding up to yo' end of the deal, I would love switching the order
In fact, opposite of that, you should love this as a starter
This man's sweet, on the damn beach, I seen blood switch in the water
N***a what is you doing, flogging the dolphin?
You send fleets off of leapfrogs, I put a million frogs in the coffin
This lead pipe ain't head lice when it get all in ya' noggin
I wait for this maggot to evolve, so when I shoot him he fly right in the coffin
So don't invest in the Plague, all his live stock diseased
What it boils down to, is ya' image probably stopped ya' dream
You ain't focused my flow locusts it'll rot ya' scene
Hail and thunder look at his ice, you see lots of bling?
No, accordingly the ninth plague's all darkness
Which describes his career as an underground artist
But beware of the tenth, you bring ya' son around all this
I'll kill ya' firstborn myself and just call it a late abortion

[Round 4: Kronic Plague]
Ya' rhymes are unbelievable, not in a Biggie Ready to Die kinda way
More like is he kidding, telling me lies to my face
I mean I could lie and say I had your girl legs open
But fact is the bitch look like Greg Oden
Plus I'm a real emcee, I ain't wit' y'all drama
I live by a code like 30 men on Contra
So you need to stop lying, he ain't a baller really
But he the biggest trick in his city, so they call him 'john Stockton'
Ya' shit's not popping, where you get that giant ego?
Finding somebody who even heard a track by you is harder than finding Nemo
And I don't even like ya' weak flow
I admit sometimes ya' wordplay is kinda cool, but what that got to do with me though? Zero
I mean, even when you are kinda funny, it just don't feel lethal
I think it's 'cause them imaginary guns you talk about, don't kill people
So now you act like you ain't know
So now ya' boys talking to plainclothes, like "Look, I recognize dude
And after what he did to QP, I'll testify too"