I up-funk the monk and smoke a bucket with skunk
They call me the hunk hulk drunk dunking punks in car trunks
Your styles shrunk up and ducks askin was'up with ya body strut
In my city, people feel cold steel cut gut, so mouths stay shut
Scheme girl sluts emiting gluttoned smut, watch out for head-butts
I'm set like a bolt while you turn like a greased wing nut
Launching the mic of ya head which cracks like a pistachio nut
My styles uncut, while yours ends suddenly abrubt...