yo u never match to this quick to slap u in the face
its a race u bakwards,wackwards towards the humanrace
compared to the lace i see daily u need to braise ya lines
my mind cant comprehend how strenous of the kind
of fine print u try to produce but u like it rough, up the behind
just because u write a letter dont mean u can write a verse
and as u have ur keyboard i have my mic soundin out ya hertz
learn to rehearse cuz thats the only way ur surviving this lyrical bombsquad
shot u in that dirty ass, with straight ill make u scream "GOOD GOD"!
made u suck The Ends dick so u can taste a little of being a mod.