Yo, Cashvillin, ur first RB mistake was choosin' me over Heneci
Kid Killa's crazy flows are not really fit for a wigga from Tennesee
I take this bitch over to the rhymin' court, he pleads the fifth
When I'm finished with you, your gonna need a fuckin' face lift
Ain't nobody ever gonna be interested in rhymin' with this clown
Cause I'm da heavyweight and ur the flyweight minus like 50 pounds
My tremendous flows are gonna dissapear your punk ass like magic
U the first to feel it, but I'm prepared to take ANYONE IN FAMTRAJIK
I'm soaring in orbit over your wack rhymes like the fuckin' GPS
I look down on you, fucka, I know there's no battlin' heart in ur chest
I'm shinin' light on u fucka so everyone can see ur a coward at heart
In this game, I've been finished while your still tryin' to get at start.

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