youre so scared i leave you flinchin

sound like mum after shes been bitchen

my heat is hot from hell in "kitchens"

and your brain is full with glitches

no guys all i see is bitches

repetative words leave you dead in ditches

im cop ill through u a fine

speakin directly to the devine

my explsosive style its like land mine

Quit bitchen dont want hear you whine

ima bout 2 commit a lyrical crime

stop copying me, ur rhymes are mine

break you, start wit spine

go back to school, you typed five

Or just keep on rhyming in jive