yo son, you couldn't beat me if I was a punching bag
but me, Imma beat you were than a child whoop'd his stepdad
as a matter of fact, somebody throw this kid some ass aid
cuz you're gonna have to clean ya self, when your shitty rhymes hit the fan blade
if ya home was a thermometer, you still wouldn't be hot
you would have a better chance spittin fire, if a renamed you glock
I checked ya account, I can see ya broke ass has no taste
seems like you still waitin to get pay'd, well heres a 150 more for ya face
I'm leavin you ghost son with your invisible rhymes being see through
I got more susbstance than drug abuse

sorry the late reply, I had to stop to use the bathroom so I can shit on you easier