I could tell ya weak even if your stats-weren’t-shown
“Alcatraz” you on FRONT LINES like you was Al Capone//1

My Verses are like scriptures from the holy bible
You must be work for the WWE cause you hold-a-fake-title//2

I must be Caron Butler cause you will never stop-this-heat
Call me garbage man; I’m the one that’s “sweeping” this trash off-the-“streets”//3

Your overconfident mind-state is one thing that mike-hates//
I’ll leave you shook like Detroit’s crime-rate//4

You’ll collapse worse than its auto in-dust-ry
Though-in-the-streets I thought you was tough enough to beat me dude
You need a turban on your head cause you will never “Sikh” the truth//5