Steppin up to me about rappin as if you a Pro/
Put up ya best guns lace your boots bitch lets start this show/
A Check it check it Im about too rip this nigga yo yo ……I’ll cut thru your epidermal layers with verbal lasers, Sharper then razors on the feet of olympic ice skaters/
While you sittin there babblin, my lyrics is travellin/,
like a javelin, to stab you in the abdomen/,
Im gonna re-arrange your ribcage like a twelve-gauge at close range/
You need too stick to making beats/
Because Im already stomping you without shoes but cleats/
Your rymes dont make sense there of the wall/
you climbed to the top of my mountain bitch slipped tripped down and falled/
When My lyrical bullets pump through your body and penetrate/
they put you under my rap spell and make you levatate/
So from now on when you think about rappin remember you cant affiliate/
Go back to the beats Bitch, Better yet grab some lotion and masterbate/
IM OUT!!!!!!!