i'll smack ya neck wit gat and teks im not even into guns i just have the heat
you have to step how you a rap worlds 'vet' and i have yet to see you put a 'cat-to-sleep'
your heart gets killed as i knaw and peel away from it and since im here to stay
thats part of the deal you so far from ill if you sneezed it’d probably cure my aids
im used to hurtin reps i make a mean-verse only to lyrically shread this asshole
and when it comes to it i would say i’ve seen-worst but i never read yo battles
i mean i know somewhere inside yo body you got potential but i just cant call it
cuz yo flow is like unused notebook paper thats been thrown away its just plain garbage
im comin to splerge ya while hummin the burner point at yo face and split you in two
he’s runnin from murder i’ll son him no further cuz my child supports like his loss record, thru the roof