I aint got no more time for games//
The only thing im in it for is rippin niggas puttin RB to shame//
Boy genius, Whats the truth in yo name?//
I heard you known for sautimizin birds but i aint to blame//
I spit wit more than bars and much more than energy//
You drivin me to smoke so after i rip you i'll have to smoke on yo memory//
Cuz you'll be finshed b and wont be able to remember me//
Everything and your account to RB will be deminished b//
You're beyond a level where your mama can save//
Cuz i'm lyrically grimey, ill hit the get low on yo grave//
IN the police-hold slam your face on the pave//
Ment n have you write my battles for me, if you lose, beat you like a slave//
I'm the slave master an anamily//
This mothafucka likes to give me more blow than the marley family//

Im droppin early so don't feed off my shit...