Who' is this fool think he is, Da Vinci died along time ago for the same damn shit,
He was quick with shit, but not spit'n kid, I'll flip ya wig, and then dig ya grave,

Give a fuck about your record, I'm gonna open your loss column,
I spit sick so shit, my text is a cancerous product

If you wanted to win, ya shouldn't have battled me
You'll propbably not show, just cause ya scared of me,

So go tell your dad that you lost to a kid thats 13,
and he'll slap across ya cheek and then be mad at me,

Why you call yourself Da Vinci I'm the true inventer here,
People know me name like I am far or near
You must not be thinking clear, cause I cause fear,
in my enemies eyes,
don't look so surprised, when you realize you just died,
Cause my name is suede, cause I get paid, and layed, fuck the rubbers
You just a lame broke bitch who likes to fuck gay lovers.