Kid you aint worth the beef, your played lines aint Hurtin-Me/
& you couldnt go pound for pound with UK's Currency/
Theres no need to 'Shout'- I'LL give 3 votes and Im not Urgent/
Because your verse is 'washed up' like your spittin Detergent/
Your Flirtin with death kid, Stop playin games your not hard-fuck/
Deleon-yeah im a Smash your face in and left you star-struck/
Your bars-suck & I would spit a personal about this nerd its true/
But first I have to find somebody thats even heard of you/
Faggot, your choosin men so Im forced to diminish this queer/
Cause around his house 'Bottoms up' doesn't mean to finish his beer/