Ayo Elle why you gotta keep doin' this to yaself?
Aight f*** it. Lemme at her.
Ayo when it comes to rappers; I've merced-2000-or more /
Ya like Jay-Z circa-2000-and-Four
So I'm 'a' call you Jig-Elle coz "you don't know-when-to-quit" /
Me on da other hand, my flow-is-da-shit
Wid da Ice-grill staring-you-down / Lay you out
So you ca' tell ya fans how you got ya "ear-to-da-ground"
So if you think Elle ca' win alla-y'all's-plain-looney /
Elle's a slut; she's handled more-balls-than-Wayne-Rooney
I'm well known for packin'-heat and jackin'-beats /
Dis is Crook, takin' Rap back-to-da-streets
Where we stack-dough, cats-know I'm back-yo-hollerin' /
"Ya style makes me sick" coz I'm wack-flows-intolerant
You actin' all gangster tryin' 'a' play-my-parts /
There's more faggots in ya crew than in a Gay-Pride-March
An' while ya mens naggin' and bitchin' like two-ex-lovers /
My thugs "roll up" on ya niggas like Durex-Rubbers
Totin' big guns; all you see is clips-an'-red-lights /
For talkin' shit you getchyo a** whipped-like-Egg-whites
An' it ain't nuttin sweet when I clap-da-new-sparker /
You's a ho; you been in more "laps"-than-Schumacher
For real dude-I'm-chipped-up-in-Pole-Position /
While you nude-in-da-Strip-Club-in-that-pole-position
An' this ain't a track, matter fact it might-be-a-Crime-Scene /
Coz if you check close; Elle's been bitin'-my-rhyme-scheme
I beatdown on ya a** like rays-of-Sunlight /
You don't stand a chance you'll get blazed-in-a-Gunfight
While you on da phone buzzin'-ya-man / You
Beatin' Seida-Crook in a Battle just wasn't-da-plan
Understand; it was never-to-be / I'll quit rappin'
If I ever hear that Elle sound better-than-me
Coz she ain't-I'm-still-spittin' / I puffed so much weed
An' got so much head, people thought I trained-Bill-Clinton
Nah, I just kept-it-real / Elle I Fathered
Ya flow: so ya bound to get a Record-Deal
Get da f*** outta here with that lame shit.