your a bitch and i swear, i'll expose you worse than the Clinton affair
cuz yo punches cant even be called misses, cuz they aint even hittin the air
yah punches, my bars avoid and breathe sick; i’ll turn yo sars to voids
cuz battlin me is going beyond yo image like women wanting to be barbie toys
ayo burst from the first heat have yo drippin red like yo thirst is full of slurpys
inverse number 30 and i'll put the odds against you like wearin reversible jerseys
im on top of the show, put a dam in yo mouth im straight stoppin yo flow
call me a clumsy gardener cuz this aint the last time ima be droppin this hoe
yo im winnin so best believe it..my status you cant achieve it
cuz im put a DISS to and end like a fuckin Peacefull Agreement