Seven must have sex in circles the way he fucken-around
This bitch is going no-where-fast like plants stuck in the ground!
Seven Ill? You play with blocks where you locate your wordplay
Like demolishin skate parks cuz I'll break Seven's vert-abrae!
Ok bitch now calculate and figure I'm hot your bars get more snickers than Don Knotts
I'll scissor this bitch into a chop shop remove hands n seconds as if I took apart clocks
Seven is dumb,his brain is the size of a grain of sand
This bitch meets defeat all the time,he’s still tryna to shake it's hand!
So you better make a run for it like collen clensing pills
All of your rhymes is ass, and bitch crack kills