You aint Bulit for Drama Burn ya Scripts You jus Acting Hot...
Punches to the back'll make you Fold like Collapsing Stocks...
u got beat as brixton, now ill just hit him up wit another L for free...
ur verse is obviously picturin me naked....the way it got nothing on me...
C'mon kid dance with death like ballets with russian roulettes...
I school vets, cuz my punches already hit..u juss aint bruised yet...
You'd get beaten to a pulp when me and you finally box again...
The way you choke when Im around are you allergic to oxygen?...
Shit ur rymes suck they are cheap and fake...
sayin ur drop is true is like sayin ur mom has got a pussy for gods sake...
u werent that much nicer before u battled me, but now i dont kno wat shit ur playin...
and that verse is expensive... the way no1 is buyin a word ur sayin...