Class sick...........Gollum...! Gollum....!

Yo! plug the damn cord// abort tha yes yalls an' fake daps//
Lay tracks like coke snorts// O-dosed on Bourbon... shot's faced-up//
I'll drop ya...... // wit nothin' but water pistols? see dawgs wet off it//
Russian roulet style but yo!... without the guns an' bu-llets....
Often got words I spit 'em// now watch one minute yet past ur fished//
Matrix reloads on this// I'm one yall kept clock-ed but keep on missin'//
Who rhymes the hardest than Knoka?// besides yalls p*ssy lines spew me//
Those who got blazed sorta// felt balls get cruched to grape size when mushy//
See yall jus' dope ad's// addicts to crap an' proper cant rap//
Bother get teks get tossed-up// hoe whats up?! who wants gets f*cked up??? whattttt..............................................


Knoka

I heard ur phony rap back when was rockin' hoods an' flip-flops// cut fades an' tried ta fade Kids but now its jewels an' throw-backs// u still come at me soft tissued often dealt wit u in toilet bowl issues// f*ck rappin' crap nikka i wrap u in that tissue u fake ass mummy// fool bring ur best chested i'll leave 'em bones stickin' out their rib cages// impressed yet? the rest gets double breasted no shells still hit u senseless// u an' ur cluster fag rhymers compared u to clocks without the time... so u cant tell i come the hardest the kind lyricly enclined minds rep// ur chunk change like cents in pockets times ten might be a buck// u still a Dyme worth for every rhyme wrote i earn bout a thou....(..sand)// nikka is u dumb i'll have ur tongue replace them Charmins double wraps// i dap those whose lines scaple heads bald in word battles// now amp yours Sanc or up yours the barrel gets to travel// i'll tunnel holes in ya like teks funnel through winds or concrete boroughs// see now its duck season u buck an' i got reasons to cut// been in the cut since 8 tracks when played ur dad bust an' got u made// u spit that luctose shit i hate that lucrose shit its diabetic // respect this my mind's infected ta rap impresive// i'm still the hardest since dicks sexed clits an' squirt the hymens...... whatttttt!


Knoka

Son need ur lines tweaked// ur slumped bout 98 degrees spittin' NSyncs//
This aint no sesame street// aint no grandmas or sylvester cats tweety/
Go find big bird an' the clic// seen me flip birds in a fist?/
I cook words an' flame nukkas../sit back an' burn nukka see fire gon' melt shit now...//
Its Knoka ur best dick hun// when clips get run deep son// this muthas done playin' squeeze that//
Send kids to moms tits// sucked.. tucked.. slept.. wet sheets.... while//
Mines get discharged//...... wit tit nibblin' an' clit deepin'//
Besides that point I stand rigid// but sight of pussy rhymes tilt me//
Hung me some fake rappers back then// been clappin' rip wit no hands//
Pimpin' got shit slapped// the fag got lip gagged the slurp stick way//
I mean that dead serious// try opposin' side's.... hideous//
U've seen my tool//... the mid swinger... wig clipper... leave fams bitter dude//
My aims precise fool// watch lames get diced up made shish-cobubs/
Perp mines dont play nice// no doubt i'll lay u flat by tenth slug. Whaaaaaaaaat.


Knoka reppin' Dar, Bongo Tz nukkah...........

tight son z what 'am talking about right there. teach this nigaz how the flow goes.