yo prick nigga gettin big head, after i put him on

not knowin like that i could clap and make him gone

u gonna bite the hand that feed u, i'm bite back bitch

i didnt have to work hard, tryna make u bitch

u say ur rhymes betta then mine, u say u surpased the king

nigga i said u next, i'm still wearing the fucking ring

u holla out ur mouth renagade this and that

keep running ya mouth and i'ma leave u flat

u a snake nigga, cant be trusted

tryna get ya whole crew pinched busted

i'm not gonna lose sleep after dropin u from the label

nigga its not like u bring all that much to the table

i've made ya hooks for u, i've got u ya beats

u just got freestylez written on white sheets

me need u bitch i was makin songs before ur signing

and i'm on an incline so the worst is ya timing

went from grooming u for my spot, now i'm killin ur heat

now ur nothin bitch, u cant get respect in the street

poppin at me bitch comes from stupidity, u must be crazy Ren

go and find stimpy, cause i'm bout to kill this emcee quickly

i've not been shot like game or 50

dont need to tho, i got streets experience, wise beyond years

cause punk pussies to spue out tears

nife to ya neck i want u to feel ya life slippin away

have u layin in a abanond ware house bleedin to dead all day

yea i've been out the ghetto for awhile but i always come back

dont be mad just cause i got out, i dont have to sell crack

u stuck on the block 9 to 9, holding tight on ya nine

preyin for the day to end askin whats the time

u neverous motherfucka, cant take street pressure

shakin in ya boots, the bitch in ya i cant messure

its so much, ya jump to the touch

wouldn't want to see this nigga in the clutch

keep 60 out ya mouth renagade, stop being my fuckin shadow

because i grab u, stab u, take ya life in bits

u can scream if u want, i could give two shits

u know i be on hilton, but still rep 21st and D

where niggaz will make ya white a bloody red tee

then go home and reminise while smokin that good tree

laughin bout ya last seconds and ya last breaths plea

i want my momma,

tomorrow aint promised to u, especially if u piss me off

chalk ouline, u'll die in a blood cough

i dont like niggaz coming at my crew

instead of shootin long range i walk up to u and put it strait thru

u have no clue how crazy i am, how pretective of my cliq

when i lay niggaz down yo, i make that shit stick

u talk bout ya gutter to belly meat

well u gonna be layin in the gudder, on the unsolved murder sheet

i dont play, we can joke round, dont get serious man

cause i kill everyone from ya mom till ya lil clan

yea kill kids too nigga if u piss me off enough

for NRB i do da shit and end up in hand cuff

cause i hold my people down Miricale and Lil K

they kill u on the mic bitch all fuckin day

renagade is ya alias, but u predictable nigga

i know u'll punk up when it come to pullin that trigga

killin me comes with beef from every direction

cause i got love from everywhere and thats a reflection

u say i'm luke warm dawg, i'm scortchin the fuckin game

u say u renagade but so far u been tame

i dont see the explosiveness, i dont see the hunger

i see an mc coming at 60D who gonna be in enternal slumber

u can try finda another label now, but nrb owns ya rhymes to date

u signed a rape contract, we tricked u up, dont hate

u can write more but no more advice from 60D

its like the fuckin mofia dawg u dead to me

i'ma give u one last chance, its not sqashed but i'll give u a pass

keep talkin shit bout nrb and 60 tho and thats ya ass

i dont fuck with the back and foward, this the last time i'm speakin

next time will be when ya head is leakin

u'll be reakin the stench of a dying man

all a part of the rap kings master plan