Real Thorough cant do shit to me hypothetically or lyrically
theres no regrets fo ur life im takin, ill putchu ta sleep wit no opitimy
how you gona win dis battle scared with ur hands over your eyes like a lost child/
u never stood a chance,before you knew me havin dreams bout me killin you wild,
grindja wit ma lyrical file/wit ma rhymes dat stretch longa then the nile
Dis battles ma exercise n u a fat boy that cant do the crunches, cuz ya too busy weepin ova ma metas & punches/
U actin hard as hell in Bitchslapped like Rapbattles is whatchu lead/
Fuck all otha rappas,im the one who you should be scared of cuz not even god could make me bleed/
N u shoulda been smart and checked my past battles/
I was just a baby at the time but now im grown and threw away the rattle/
N no one aint badder than me cuz i climbed da ladda,n left Niggaz sadder wit rhymes heavier than the state of matter/
N u aint worf Jack, i be da first rapper ta rap in tongues in lyrically save ur soul, Den crucify u and watch yur body turn to Charcoal