You call that rappin, I call it a nursery rhyme
Bitch I ain't a goose, or your mother, It's time
For fake emcees to sign out of this chat
I'll beat diallo with a lyrical baseball bat
Get blood on your hat before the first punch
I'll shit in your mouth, you can eat it, for lunch
I think you compared me to Captain Crunch
I am cause I'll crush your rib cage, on your heart I'll munch
You describe leavin me dead in the scene of a homocide
Hows this I'll go back in time, and kill your mom while your still inside