You'll battle but won't wanna fight me, I carry my weight/
Like a 12-pound baby, don't take the kid lightly/
I'll slow down so you can comprehend, you're fake as hell/
You gone lose anyway, so I suggest that you don't pretend/
I open men with a surgeon's percision, it's amazing/
'Cuz my incisions come on split-second decisions/
So come up missin', nobody will be missin'/
Your ficticious spittin', so when you lose don't start bitchin'/
Listen, I must have my respect/
If I don't get it, fuck your chain, I'm snatchin' your neck/
Check, my advice, don't try it, send who you want/
They'll get smoked like the cigarettes I can't even buy yet/
Yeah, I'm a minor, takin' out old timers/
Loungin' in they recliners, I get higher than mountain climbers/
These phony rappers are gone, it's butter now/
Stayin' out the industry's the only way I'm ever goin' underground/

There's my verse. What you got for me?