Kid u rote one tru line i cant stand you
you wily cyotee get crushed down like an anvll
im sick a kids repin glocks when they jsut talk shit
ill stare down the barrel of yur 8mm i no you aint shot shit
yur lost rapin with out a topic ur toxic now the gloves off and i lost it
ima thro a left jab to a right hook
ima take a bigger bite outa you than mike took
you aint flow ur a joke no label el ever launch you
i gota lyrical flush the jokers on you
i want two no wait the three count
i no you came outa the closet now the secrets out