Iv'e read your flows, and you're really Just A Bitch Player/
I'm about to "drop bars" on this punk, like CLumbsy Brick Layers/
Like a Fat bitch trying to get into a narrow space I leave you Stuck/
You're the "slut mc", in every battle you get "Fucked"/
You chose to battle me, you must be the careless Type/
I'll slap you and throw you to the ground like a Pair of dice/
this is lyrical tug a war, who do you think you're tryna Pull Wit/
yo mouth is like the asses of male cattle, all that's comes ot it is Bull SHit/
you're gassed up, like fat kids uncontrollably releasing Obscene Farts/
but yo heart pumps kool-aid, so you're really nothin but a "Sweet Heart"/