This fool must of blown a fuse, his games turned off,
Am a take a piece outta him n leave him lookin like Vincent van gough /

If fuse wus stretch-arm-strong his punches wouldn’t even h connect,
Im a cut ur flow apart like its mine to dissect /

All u spitt bout is tha movies, u luk like tha main role in shrek
Life aint a movie son u need a reality check

Ur obsessed wid dicks man ur perveted
Ma rhymes leaving votes on ur shit almost deserted

Som peeps say beefs bad but I think the worst is hate
But u a close third wid ur flows tryna impersonate

This kid lives on the net, in real life he don’t shine,
If there wus a rap law, on the first bar he’d b doin 3 – 9 /

This kid just got sentenced for all the mistakes in his verse
I got ur perfect movie role, walkin the green mile n comin out in a herse /

I made this like a cake that’s about ta get sugar coated,
All u do is bitch like a rent boy who bout ta get deepthroated /

U gosta admit my punches hit harder like the hamer from thaw (Viking god)
U came inta this community got burnt n I jus pushed u out the fire exit door /