u named urself memorys so I'll give u something to recollect(remember)
with all respect, ur weak punches cannot connect and I spit so sick not even lysol can disinfect
memorys ur stupid u can't even do simple arithmetic
u think u hold weight just because u lifted ur dick, man I'm sick of this shit
wack ass rappers like u that I have to shoot, and yes the clips they will hurt
memorys I know ur mother told u not to but heres a reason u'll sit in the dirt
and its like ur suckin my dick cause u lookin up to me
for u, unluckily, this battle is uneven cause I'm a bear and u about as small as how a puppy be
ur loss is inevitable, my flow is impeccable, its incredible
how a little nigga like u would try to get through when my bars are inpenitrible
after u read this u'll realize acceptin this battle is somethin u shouldn't have done
I fucked ur mother multiple times so theres a high possibility ur my son