My punches drop like grenades,…..here Catch
U couldn’t put fire to paper, ...let alone a Match
This kid’s punches like a well run Dry
He’s skillz couldn’t be found, by da C.S.I.
This kid grabs a mic like a Gauge, and starts dropping Shit
He strikes wit empty Rage, like theirs no bullets in ya Clip
Ur verses, like drift in da Muzzle, I’m typing ya death,
like I’m filling the blanks on a Monkey Puzzle
These rhymes like “fresh air” they don’t stop Commin
Like “Every Breath I Take” got this weak mc Runnin
This kid dropping nursery rhymes, wit a grade 3 Mentality
Godfather, better expresses himself “Anally”
Kid u got no Potential, plus ya spittin out da wrong Hole
Well, ya rhymes r pure shit, it must be ya Asshole
Godfather’s, rhymes are full of shit, not even a retard could Believe
It’s filled wit he’s fantasies, he “literally” wrote this in his Sleep
This man’s rhymes don’t flow, like he stutters in Text
His rhymes so delusional, this man needs an Exorcist
My spit like Acid, now I got ya sleeping wit Maggots
I took ya Apart and then reassembled and renamed ya Inspecta Gadget
and now ur turn
