U just a kid to me so now im callin u son
Should had cats-eyes so u can see what a pussy you’ve become

U cant control the mic so we shouldn’t call this kid an m.c
He mad cause his bottle of preparation H(ass cream) is empty

Coming at me with lame flow and no tactics
Jus stick to the facts u’ll never beat me gay faggot

Aim my verse toward yo face so u can check it out and taste it
Ur flows ugly worse than Sam Cassel wearing braces

U rollin out like weed and im smokin u like a joint
Even if u sat on a needle ya flow still wouldn’t be on point