By your rhymes you teach shit...your the professor...
i think you really are ill...your wacknesses successor
My fists are bare...but it's like im snuffin u with mitts...
Bullied...and Cuban................see how well they fit
You reign...and then you expect my light u gonna steal?
gettin beaten the only time u on the hightlight reel
Makin call-outs in bitch slapped, embarrasin yaself
You got lines in stock...but they ain't no wealth
you brittle thing, I fire one shot...and break ya whole...
It's like im poundin ya 18 times the way i've given ya holes
the reign i stole...makin this cuban look real pour...
i'd tell ya the value of my lines but u'd beg for more