Im da reason you got blasted wit a verbal tech until u stopped breathin’
Would a neva happened if u didn’t bite my rhymes like babies when they teethin’
Would been tite if you wrote your rhymes instead you a bitch who’s disceavin’
So why u tryin to battle actin like u aint got no fear
I am da quikest nigga to take away yo fagit ass career.
Not to mention you a premature ejaculator who be bustin shit dat stays clear.
You da type a nigga dat O.D’s of da flinstone vitamins
I say that imma GOD cuz I kill wit deeze bible hymes.
U aint no balla u got some lugs and wrote in TIMBERLAND’S
Yo straight up my flows is funna blind you
When I murda yo ass not even jesus is gonna be able to find you.
Fool I am like a dictionary cuz I am funna define u
Defining the fact yo ass gets blastes scrambling around wit MY crew
LIL BIATCH!!!