Realize I’m very-nice I’ll burn u till u crumble-to-ashes
It’s like I’m jerry-rice and you that cat fumblin-passes
I can’t be compared-to so consider me matchless
Spit hot I dare-you, my flowz get peeps bumbin like a mattress
You think you ill, in you there’s no hood you’re pure whackness
Kid fa real, your no good like small clothes on a fat bitch
You’re no problem I easily crush you, wit all these multi’s and metaphors
I’ve seen ya battles, they’re things that you hope-fully don’t take credit for
You wouldn’t be sick even if you had six viruses
This nigga “blows” dick like he’s got bad “sinuses”
Is he ill?…...hell-no-med’s-checked
Congratulations on your new l-o-s-s