Pre-verse:
Biggie said nobody knows you til' somebody k**s you
I say you are about to be known when I finish you
Simple rhymes for you simple minds
Dissing my homie is dissing yourself, b**ha**, contrast
I am a muthaf**in' monsta
You're a wannabe mob-star
f** you (and) whoever you ride with
b**h, this is the letter to you that I am writing
You and your clique better be hiding
Verse:
Mike the Menace?
Nah, Mike The p**y
Wannabe rappers feel like they f**in' shooting Uzi's
Acting tough, but they the type to sue me
If I heat them with those hard bars, cold arms, ah
Go hard, go H.A.M or go home fam
Homie this beef sh** is easy for me
I murder you in one two three
No fee, For free, diss me? b**h please
You miss
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
b**h, I am beast and this beefs are my feast
To release all the stress you fakes bring to me
My advice kid? Let you a**hole breath
Too many dicks in it might k** if not is already ease
The f**ing diss to my homie was weak
And you even tried to make it look like Joey and Kelhani were feat in the song
RuffNeck Heavy Weight b**h you Dead Weight
Wait, you didn't do it straight that diss was gay
And the answer is b**h, yes, that f**ing war we want it
We want it!
Bridge:
Any motherf**er who wants it can come and motherf**ing get it (Get it!)
This is the motherf**ing LeKing calling out the motherf**ing Menace (Menace?!)
Way, out my way
Nah you cannot f** with me
Anybody whoever wants to get in the war with this f**in' King
Come on! Come on
Pre-Verse
This is for the enemies feeling strong like Henessy
You motherf**ers are stupid
Word to Pac if I see you and your pack
I'ma make you motherf**ers s** on this motherf**ing sack
Tell me why you mad matter fact
Take your med's
And while you at it take this f**ing capital L, b**h
Everybody in your motherf**ing team is a motherf**ing b**h that's a f**in' fact