Ken-l:

Hi haters,
I'm back haters
tall as skycrappers
is where I aim to stack papers
pocket greasy and so damn hot
just like bacon strips I got rhymes that can pop
keep the pan hot
and I'm ignorant with it like Hancock
I got a problem with lame hoes
though my therapist recommend to hang close
phonies ya'll switch up like u change cloth
screamin out the sun rooth "I make it rain hoes"
while u deal with the liquid, and claim those
I bring storm, nigga I handle solid profits, I gotta bank roll
see I'm the type of chick u wanna be cool with
not the type u wanna fool with
I got the cheesiest cream
niggas call that the miracle cool whip
How u want it?
dough for dough
or flow for flow
bitches think they doin and so they cruise with it
come at me with it and u'll get bruised with it

  porkchops:

i am the young one but my flow is adult
words are my weapon yes they are a lethal assault

my flow is viscous
my style is malicious
everything i say is filthy like dirty dishes

everything is disgusting that come off my tongue
its like oprah and monique in the same thong
just wrong

who hotter then me
i am like miami heat on the beat
i am a beast no one can match my flame
you just a candle i am torching the game

i double dutch in hell like its a free for all
i spit gasoline
and sweat kerosene off my balls

i am an ember of ferocity
i got devious tendencies
slightly insane with a mild temper
but my flow is so sick i work with the grim reaper

i am just getting started
competition is all done
i am on fire call me arson
so hot i can moon walk on the sun

  Ken-l:

When the flow gets hot
hatin foes get hot
when my words come out
expect the worse to come out
so niggas try to shut me in
same niggas that give me bread and hell
try to take me to bed so they can supposedly tuck me in
thinkin of gettin head and tail
can't me fuck me in
I'm not the trick no nigga U give me head and tell
not one of those dumb bitches who never think, have their legs spread then yell
end up with tears to shed after failed
in case my future husband want me dead then collect my shelves
then for u my dear "we will wed very well"
my flow is stricly professional
uploaded and charged to the fullest
GS is my confessional,
so don't push me before I pull it
empty my reservoir with the heavy bullets

  porkchops:

gs is the battleground
i am armed with penetrating words
i am dropping bombs and they are made noun and verbs
i am the king of the streets got the haters sitting on the curb
hold your breath while you wait for me to quit
you turning purple say you sick of my hits
i deliver punchlines like cassius clay
in his day
i will crush your bones and destroy your spirits
call me injury and my paper acl i am tearing up with lyrics
ken-l and P.Chops if we got a nickel for every punchline
we will have a million dollars a million times
we on our grind