[Round 1: Kid Chaos]
When I first heard that you was buzzin', I was alarmed
I couldn’t wait until these guys set the clock
Until I realized the way you rhymin', is two timin'
Because on my second watch
I realized they just buy into how you come plain (complain)
And shit, I should too since they couldn’t find better opps
Now typically if I get a shot, my beverage Scotch
But today to get a buzz
I gotta take a step down to see what this whine-seller (wine cellar) got
Why you guys give him props?
He got a iffy record, and the bitch generic
Abominable Snowman; y'all know he ain't real, and yet he (Yeti)
Can reach a (creature), group of people ta bet (Tibet) he, is a legend
Y'all wish him well and, that leads to a hole he quickly fell in
Cause now he gonna kick the bucket to get a comparison.... in which he pale (pail) in
They ain't sent the message?
And that just let's me know yo' soldiers ain't marchin’
So this tear’ll (sterile), make sure you don't get any women pregnant
Cause when ya eggn (egg in), a bitch on a cycle
Well, that just ends up in a misconception
That shit’s pathetic
That just make me wanna grip the metal, then I press it
That shit works for me like it's switching schedules
You see how I put my shit together?
Like people who clean building windows for the cheddar
My shit works on many levels
This bitch ain't special
I mean, pardon me B
But if you not the Chicago MC
Then why do you seem, a tad bit too Common to me?
Open the gates, oh you part of that league?
So you a farmer I see?
Makes sense since you garden variety
And got ya team, cropping seeds all so you can attract a- (tractor) -tention from that guy you need
Yeah, so you can harvest p's (peas) but that boggles me
Make me wanna knock you out cause you average
But that’s not what I mean
Give it a rest (arrest) cause behind bars you be sleepin' and that's hard to debunk
With a mind that's holding cells that's cot (caught) in between
Like why do you battle?
Cause you a loud boy?
Cause you don't have a purpose of ya own so you follow ya teams?
Is that why you named yaself "Krooger" (Krueger)?
Cause you all in THEY dreams
See bein' loud, you done lost ya voice
Now them L's got you hoarse (horse) it's chess
You could ween (queen) off it, if those pawns of yours changed across the board
You got support?
That's prolly why you talkin' to me as if you got the heart of a G
Well I'm just rubbin my hands together...waiting...
Cause as soon as there's friction I'm palmin' the heat
You be spittin' tough, in the rounds you got plenty bucks
Cause a bargain (bar gun) is cheap but I coupons (cue pawns) every week
So if I BUY enough I can get what I want out Target for free
Seeeeee, you do gun bars as if it's impossible to do
Exclusive sneakers or some kinda impossible feat (feet)
And that's exactly why your battle recordings, are like Jordan's
Cause every time J's is released, it's just some shit we've already seen
And I do them shits too
But the difference is, I can switch the shit, I'm intricate
While the shit you spit, is a whip, wit' the biggest rims, we tired of your rounds
So tread lightly cause it gets thin, when you just got plenty lip
Pokin' out, hissy fit, we know ya rounds, it's typical shit
You gon' load the pound, and split a wig
We can damn near set our watch to your BOW (bowl) movements we can predict the shit
You not equipped for this, yet you still decided to pack ya writtens
And travel the distance and rap in front of these battle critics
Thinkin' you can make a point after you touchdown but ahhh...
That's the kicker
You're half a midget
I don't think you ever laughed out loud, I think that you giggle
Cause you so small you can only laugh a little
But bitch you better break fast (breakfast) or I'm at ya kitchen
Ratchet grippin', wit' no serial (cereal)
Cause the best Mills (mils/meals) made from scratch is biscuits
I have no feelings, I'll kidnap ya kids wit', chloroform on a cloth to get the ransom quicker
And that's exactly how you go from rags to riches
[Round 2: Kid Chaos]
Bruh, stop talkin' to me like you gangsta, you look like Misfit
Plus you let J Murda burp in ya face
I'm sure that wasn't the gas you wish to taste
And then in that same battle you called yourself "pretty"
Now as a man myself who some women say, I have an exquisite face
I must say my man, that shit is gay
Aye, envision J and his friends at his school on picture day
They come in braggin' 'bout how they mom took 'em to get a fade, brushin' the slickest waves
His bitch ass come in talkin' bout some, "Yeah I can't relate. My shit is slayed."
But I get it J, you like a GIF you place, on a Facebook comment
You like to tap into that for the part that your image plays
So yo' looks is what you stand on
Well that's cool, this here is a different stage
Cause my qualities, are what a write
And that get's me through, see my pen a trait (penetrate)
But it's OK, cause you gon'
Just be runnin' ya lips, but I mean who knows
You could be coming to vent until my cool blown
Now this fucker I grip, grab dude throat
Ooh no, you choked, now you under some water until no bubbles exist
And after that I let it go
Cause shit, there was enough water under the bridge
You son of a bitch, everybody gotta ax to grind till you cut of a limb
Lookin' dumb as bitch, wit' no answers
Cause wit' nothing but nubs, you gone always be stumped in the end
And because I ain't shit, I'll take that same severed hand...and put it under the covers that ya mother be in
With a note attached that said, “Bitch! This what he get for not tucking (tuck in) a grip”
What is you wit'?
Cause you do ya raps like you some kinda hustla and that's not truly facts
Cause you battled Daddy Mason and said, "As far as trees go, we got big (K)nicks on the block like Ewing back”
I see you on the Frank Lucas path
Point fives....getting STUPID cash
So wait my man, you sure you know what to do with that?
Bitch I done bagged up 50 pounds, compressin' the air out the package before I flew it back
We knew the drill, ever since school, to get it safely off the premises, use a vac' (evac), you ate?
Cause you look a little hungry, and just cause you deep don't mean you moving (move in) packs
A dream world...is exactly what comes to mind when I think of a Krooger (Krueger) trap
You are trash
See you be rappin' for ya friends in different battles they attend
They buy tickets, to your shows but them fags ain't getting in
Cause that's some shit they can't admit
You be glad they think you sick, but you a fragile little bitch
How you merry and tiny (Marrying Tiny)?
Oh that's T.I
But to me that's as backwards as "it" gets
Bitch I'll ask you to slap box, and then my open hand will be a fist
Or let my stock rise after this PG, but then I'll definitely get Banned for the shit
And then go back to the pen', but I did 4 years
So I can show you how to play ya cards, if your habits to renege But I got intelligence in Spades because I actually did a bid
So my partners knew what I had, and that's heart, and a good one
I be beating up on guys, and their faces they were making would keep me up a night
A lethal fright, meaning I could knock your bitch ass unconscious
And then that night not be able to sleep because of mine
So keep in mind, I'll spray a tool
You can mean mug all you want, I got breaking news
I'll escalator you
Meaning no matter how much you stare (stair), cases gonna move
So even if you're not a stepper, I'll take it to whatever level you tryna take it to
Make a move, I'll be shooting at J, two toolies that bang
You'll see a K, wit a Ruger (rooger), like yo' stupid ass name
Run away, then this pussy spine will be in a bind, I'll turn you to Back Page
I used to use AOL Instant Messenger to send texts to bitches
And here I am still using that aim (A.I.M.)
Bitch bang, either follow the manuscript
Or you not listenin' gon' have me panicking
Now my trigger finger under pressure
And gettin' a grip, is how I handle it
Hammers spit, first shot, he gon' stand wit' them
Second, he like “Damn this shit”
The man done switched, sides in-between rounds like the cameramen
Family, friends, will all be Skywalkers, so you, and a kin (Anakin)
New gun and God damn it's big
Shit make you wanna book
It shows, but I don't think you can manage it
Shit remind me of my ex
Not cause she wreck homes and damage shit
It's cause ever since I let her go I literally can't stand this bitch
[Round 3: Kid Chaos]
Your biggest crowd reactions that round was all "Kid" flips
I guess you have lyrically found ya safe place
But flipping around my namesake, is typical, I'd expect a lot of kiddin around ("kid" in a round) from JK
But anyway
I gotta be honest Krooger, on some homie shit
To me you honestly don't exist
The God control the wins
So I'm the dark cloud over this, showmanship
So I'm stormin' in, cause you tryna float ya boat and shit
But how you supposed to swim?
When even the man deemed by God to build the Ark knew he should separate the animals, no offense (Noah fence)
But I noticed this, you did one, one round battle this whole last year, yet you here
Do you think this was an opportunity you was supposed to get?
Or did Holmzie pitch, you to the right people and they gave you a shot because they know ya friends?
I mean it must be nice
Never having to get ya hands dirty cause you got other people to hold the shit
But we from South Carolina, where it had to to be, all of us in a row dent (rodent) shit
And get it out the mud just to go for (gofer) it, yet we co-exist
Y'all think he crack, but to Kid he a (two kitty'll) pass, now that's that Matrix shit right befo' the glitch
And your agents, helped you wit' a hand out, to copy those in front of you like a clone of Smith
But I don't think he can last so (lasso), on this road he owe (rodeo) y'all for lettin' you rope him in
And they tryna contain that bull shit, so they meddle (metal) around
But it ain't much they can' do wit' what bro can (broken) pen
Focus bitch, cause your career's just cursed, like doors you put in malls
Cause their push in turn, gonna make ya entrance, your exit, see how that revolves?
Around a look not earned, so it looks just flawed
Cause I put in work, and you just put in calls
I'm appalled, I find it cheap, you put in half the effort of you predecessors, yet you in a position you have no right to be
I'ma write to Beas'
And Smack
But I don't wanna go postal so I'ma need you to send the kite for me
And I know you wanna look inside and see, what I wrote them
Without tearin' it open
And you can if you follow the steps I told you to try and reach
Cause what you envelope, will open up, without you cuttin' corners if you actually built some kinda steam
Now is that note worthy?
Well if you asking me to address it without that stamp, I'd say, 'Not to me."
And P.S. P (PSP) quit letting these bitches play, when they hand held
That's poor ta bulls (portables), who hate guys who cheat
Cause he got a system in the palm of your hand, to charge you up and that's why you're (wire) seen as a bottom feed
You out yo' league
And I hate the faces of the people usually behind you
Especially Dre Dennis
That motherfucker look like he inhaled for a big one and just forgot to sneeze
Which ironically, is a perfect analogy for his career inside this league
Motherfucka been holdin' his breath for years for all them battles that's not (that's snot) released
But obviously, you don't want me to joke on him so things look more cordial
And at your expiration date, you'll be left out, and in a different mold from the way them boys spoil you
But that's okay cause you on Facebook talkin' 'bout you deserved this
How?
I guess the people in yo' hood more loyal
Cause you not talent, you a game of Scrabble
You only scorin' cause you had them squares to put in a good word for you
I assure you, like once the beach touch the sea
You can not do anything to me built like a fuckin' teen
Prolly ain't took a shit in a couple weeks cause you don't ever get enough to eat
But since I look at Duke and see under me
Zion Williamson; I'ma buss' his sneaks
And I won't grow at all
But they gone say over the summer I shot up a couple feet
And you won't survive a punch from me, Girbaud Jeans; I buckle knees
And any conversation after that, gum disease
It's discussed in (disgusting) teeth don't fuck wit' me
I got time today
I told you 'bout that mean muggin', and that's gone put me in some kinda rage
I will knock you out in your violent gaze
Cause I'ma put J in his place, right in the middle of eyein' K
Boy I will shoot you...
In the face...
Numerous times...
Then hide the waste, somewhere outside the state
Now the police hopes of getting me in the cell shattered, cause they ain't got a case...
Cause they can't outline a body, that's gone without a trace
I'm a great
It's more than what I do with these bars
Even down to the tunes where I'm truly a star
Think you provin' me wrong, go thru my songs and from there you'll be M.I.A.: Music Is Art