You've got a braveheart like Gibson..but an actor just the same.
But Dope is a role you can't pull off..Your casted as lame
Let me show you the ropes...start with the one around ya throat there
Stand on a chair to get on my level..I'll kick it and hang ya ass in mid-air
While you stuck on the level I attained... and elevated from
I'll make you my son..celebrate your birth and death..one verse Son.
I got no personals at all for you..you're still just a newb
Who talks shit and swallows spit..mouth still attached to the boob
Your death will be another notch... for my winning streak
Like I slid across the gym floor without moving my feet
Dumb kid...from the burbs..trying to make himself Hood Rich
Who couldn't "wet" my appetite for a battle even if he could spit