shit im not even gonna come ill on this and ill still beat this lil bitch

ayo
kid face tha facts, aint now way you could have a chance to realisticly son me//
even if you got the illiest rapper to throw your lines like a ventriliquist dummy//

your raps is weak, simmilar to that of an unraveled mummy//
i pack heat in my speech that can leave you gravel to tummy//

no need to spit ill lines, i save those for a geniune foe//
you call those reall rhymes when you know you just pretend you cand flow//

ive peeped your past battles, and know your as wack as a hit from a mafia family boss//
your point you cant get across theres no way you could hand me a loss//

you should not of accepted this battle you still got time for a last minute drop out//
cause once you post your shit youll instantly be handed a knockout//