come on play boy the only thing you killing is yoself
im gone win dis hands down so really dont need a ref
yu know i keep it commin
gotta keep rookies like yu stumbling
to bad i gotta take ya cookies and keep ya stomach rumbling
im like a robot trained to battle everyday
you probaly could beat tha next guy if you could get past me
but naw that aint happinin
i put dat on my grave
aint no beginers luck, to beat me you work like a slave
im killing ya flows wit out a punchline
so go cry to ya mama and let her tell ya im sorry clementine
so get in tha back of tha line
so i can serve tha next nigga dis rhymes
put me on a throwback jersey make it mitchell and ness cause im tha greateasts of all times
and when i make millions im still gone see ya scrambling for nickels and dimes