A'ight...check it...

At the age of 19, I light you up wit a match and gasoline
I hear you scream...called me out, anotha win I will redeem

Lyrically...I crush you...bitch...your already history
I will end your misery...there is no reason you rap ridiculously

You must have guts...taken on me and Creativitie in one jump
You just a poor chump...but for bravery, I give you a thumbs up

No...I ain' a vet...but already have taken the entire net
I will win, wanna bet? No mystery when you don't have 3 wins yet

Flow shitty...your punches are not even close to witty
Ya better leave this place...

...And head back to New York City...