Lyrically I burn ya soles like you was dwellin on hot coals//
son ya lyrics wouldn't even be "gellin" if you was sponsored by Dr.Scholls(commercial)//
Bottom of ya sig say you was destined to rhyme//
If thats true...then you Black Thief is destined for chyrme//
ya puchlines is weaker than gettin hit by lefty fags//(left-handed fags)
Skills is so garbage he spits straight outta Hefty bags//
Impossibly I kill fake mcs like you wit just an apostrophe//
Let alone a whole battle...Im promise you a catastrophe//
Just watch how what ya sayin cause my lyrics stay sprayin//
You lack so much skill aint no way the votes wont be swayin//
In a bed of shit is where Ill leave ya body layin//
You couldnt be blessed to win even if you was holdin Jesus' hand while prayin//
Seven thirds?dont add up like improper fractions//
Droppin tha mike and leavin would be ya best proper reaction//
Give ya an extreme makeover...leave ya skull bashed-in//
Wearin losses on ya belt like it was tha latest fashion//


damn.....feels good to be back on RB....holla back