my bad i was on lunch break..ight check

your raps basic,just face it your wasted like shit trash,
blacks too lyrical so its predictable, plus twos gonna end up smashed...
it was crazy trying to battle me with no chance of the win,
like dumb crooks trying to steal but just handing themselves in..
punches cave your just in when im testing with bars of fine art,
you brawl in gay pride colours for a start, dudes only hard up in gay bars..
blacks ciphers settle shit n fates...cos if its 'beef' the plus-twos a 'thin steak'
get battered n baked man youll get slayed..you run at the end like rap songs on fade
your verse looks played like u ran around the block too many times gee..
this ASS addicts seen more CracK then dope houses,n now hes got HIV
im a plus three so its obvious im gettin the win from em, hes faces L's like their common...your weight is cotton, thats why on the scales it says nothin
exactly what you and your verse is..ill abuse then rob you and your bitches purses
im powerhouse creating earthquakes,plus two aint even touched the surface
in the end my time on u aint worth it, like killing with no purpose..