You talking all breezy and shit....

Don't be gassed by the name... this ain't a movie flick
Better be careful what tools you choose to pursue me with
Forced rhymes and played lines will lead to a long night
Not a personal to speak of... you got on the wrong flight
You on a one way trip... to getting your brain split
I'm twice the pugilist of the cats you've exchanged with...
You wouldn't have enough strength to compete with my flow
If you could lift a ton of bricks.. with the bridge of your nose
I'll drop you like a bad habit... accepting newb challengers
Seven and five's... nothing in my eyes...your amateur
You're... not of my calibur...you probably good for six shots
I pop... I let like six off...with bullets that rip ya limbs off