like an exit wound, my verse will leave yours ripped open....
like a baby swallowin' a food token, your left chokin'...

your punches wudnt hurt me, if they had on brass knuckles...
the lid to your can of dopeness, is tighter than a belt buckle...

my shit is fresh, $ man word $ spits shit you prolly already heard...
check his battle wit Riff Raff, he Says RB not RV like he's bit the verse...

your structure is weak, like a bridge in an earth quake, or twister...
when i take the win, it'll be stuck on your record like a blister...

comparing you to a bullet, you come out, and you gone fast....
and when we find u hours later, your still in a mans ass....