afta this is done he gonna remember me when he gets grey and old/ askin him to battle me but he keeps on sayin no/ its my fist battle n he gonna try to put me to the test/ but wut the fuck kinda punch line is just say yaz/ u betta be ready to die cuz u aint wearin n e lyrical vest/ betta be prepared for some lyrical stress/ cuz my mouth is like a verbal sniper/ got u in the palm of my hands just like my lighter/ got the timz on n im bout to boot ya/ my rhymes pollute ya/ and i dont need no rock paper or scissor to shoot ya/