Banning you from rapbattles should be a policy
Your seven-teen, but still on a search for your rap odyssey
You got two years on me, rappin since the Seventh grade
Got your ass still stuck on front lines
After high school, you’d be on your porch still kickin ya dumb rhymes
Ain’t got nowhere to go
15 years old, got more punches than boxers on HBO
I’m the substance that every cat needs, an H20 like flow
No wonder you “mic”, cause you wanna bite ma style like Tyson
You must not know who ya fight-ing, cause for every punch you throw
I hit three back at you and you KOed
Ayo, this is just preseason for me
And you suck like ya hometown baseball team
Got no game in any as-pect
My rhymes like you ambigious like you got caught up in an Aztek

Not good…