I battle box I expected more from Boston I leave you with more than Red Sox
Great your not your roasted, I'm leavin you servered more than KFC dead cocks
Your styles like a plastic gun bringin no drama you're not that drastic son
Survival for a classic bum here is slight...... in fight you've outlasted none
I'm the fantastic one, you're a fraud a slave man an no applauds for this cave man
Your styles basic an phony ya gay man, broke the first day like generic ray bans
You try to flow but speak not with your mouth put more work in ya bars grace
After this battle you beat so hard there's a black eye left on your avatars face
Your lyrical state of mind is worthless your skills under water an wont surface
While im breakin news your breakin bread.............. in a skill dead joker circus
Last place is ya purpose in life always afraid you always stayed away from the strife
Leave your text dead to life cause you an wack go together more than head and lice