Ill cut off streets toes and wear them rouns my neck like ah chain,
Im ah mad scientist so im freezing he's brain,
Cut off your hands and then ill make you slap yourself,
I wont kill you; i just wona fuckup your health,
Golf balls? fuck it; im using your eyes,
And im ah hit dem motherfuckers; as high as the skies,
Slice your nuts; and then ill put salt on the cuts,
Ill eat your body if u do die but im leaving the guts,
Let me tell you wot it is; first stay out of my bizz,
If you dont; my gun will pop; like a bottle; wen it fizz,
You'll die if you clash me; or you'll die just tryna,
I heard Street King breaks easier than my mums old China,
My bullets straight through he's chest; like light an glass,
He's lyrics are elementry like ah nusery class,
I win battles as easy as infants take sweets from shops,
Street King runs wen he see's me like im ah ghost or da cops,
Street; ive been playin wid guns since i got my first fader,
Wen i wos wettin da bed; wen i played da 1st sega,
BANG!, now i pop shots like speakers,
Leave Street on da floor dead smelling like old sneakers