Razer, I'm gonna leave you alone and jump up a couple posts
And cook that Philly kid like a pound of pot roast
I think it's funny watchin' you get hit with this lyrical backhand
I'll bombard you with verbs like a hysterical madman
Adjectives hittin' harder than a round of buckshot shells
I'll keep pumpin' this vocab till Lil K swells
Say, don't you claim to be reppin' the Philly
But you don't rep shit on the down right nitty gritty
How old are you? Have you even hit puberty?
I'll strip your lyrics bare like the sight of pornography
"Oh mommy, tell him to leave me alone"
But I'm poppin' of clips, takin' chunks of your dome
But, I think you're right, this isn't a homicide
Cuz with your kinda lyrics, you've done checked into suicide