Jake jake jake, don’t mess with the master,
Whatever you think of, I think faster,

Don’t bring this weak shiotzu, you won’t win,
My special comes, with just the sauce and the skin,

You’re spittin our raps like streeter seidell,
Challenging the champ, making me defense my title,

Your stuffs so lame it makes me spit,
You show up on stage, oops, you forgot how to do it

So run along for now, take your boys,
You don’t want none of this, F*** your noise

Gotta run now, so stop being a hater,
Peace out ya’ll, stuff later