GFX are you paraplegic? Cause where's your punches?//I barely see a combo, like fat camp kids looking 4 McDonalds on freeways hailing buses//Don't front for me, if you're saying you're down to ride// Then show up at my crib with your crew like Queer Eye's FAB 5// Put 3 dots on face like bowling balls or the like the ones in your rhymes// Beef with you is like Huey against the swine, (you'll be) Black and Blue// Anyone after this don't bother cause the only essays (ese's) you spit busted in your mouth in a 64 impala