I aim for mc anises' brain then let him hang from ventricle veins
Pencil his legs, til' I stencil his frame.. I told him he was wack-
-n' that's what he became
Whos back is this fag attackin, til I wipe out my ashes from cigarettes
Hoistin him weak, "The Voice Of The Streetz"? dude, it's the internet..
I tell him to duck, he'd lunge his feet, I get paid for shit he dun for free
Alls I wanted to do was Sonn you.. but rb already gave me custody..
We've had beef for awhile now, but hes from England-
-We know how these faggots are
n' you wanna talk original? Look at your fuckin avatar!..
wow, these rhymes inert.. n' looks like my time hurts
I told him to drop good, so he copy n' pasted my verse!
Herb.. it stops here.. done, through, ya diein dude
He disabled his record.. n' I've seen your shit-
-n' I agree, I would too if I were you.......