Even if I spit first/
I'll still drop a sick verse/
Who wants to start a beef/
I'll grab the pliers and one by one, pull out your teeth/
My torture methods vary/
my techniques scary/
But my flow will cripple you like voice of Mariah Carey/
I'm beating a cheater/
I’ll slice him up with the scythe of the grim reaper/
My shits deeper than the ocean/ what's with all the commotion/
stop boasting/
You’re to blame/
the very same hater who tried to cheat his way to fame/
You’re no veteran/
everyone watch as I shatter him/