Bar None 2

No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards Read these cowards faces like pages of a book Haters wanna steal my fame, they're something like a crook They must think I'm a tree, lumber-jackin', trying to see me fall Can't stop my hustle, pockets on full, theirs looking small I stay on my feet, similar to a pair of shoes I'm the Road-runner, they're Wiles-E-Coyote--doing nothing but lose See me, I'm ballin', even if I was injured I wouldn't quit When I Rap, I'm a cobra, straight-venom I spit I see no competition, in this game I'm a predator Fools get out of place, get erased, call me an editor I'm the talk of the town, females gossipin', haters hatin' Hottest in the streets, this ain't an election, no debatin' I took a couple losses, came across and fought a couple bosses It's a dirty game, like a mouth you never brushes or flosses Stay on point, I'm sharper than barb-wire I'm the king 'round here, so you can call me Sire