This fool would drown in my flow even if he was handed-a-boat,
I must have tasty lyrics the way I jam-ur-throat
when u meet me in the streets u’ll tremble more than-the-pope.,
man U’ll need more than religion to withstand-my-rope
I crack spines like jay leno cracks-jokes, u couldn’t be comfortable in my rap-flows if u swam in’em using back-strokes…
u obviously looked inna dictionary,
u couldn’t fake u r flow better.....
..... if we were playing pictionary,
u gonna get ‘licked’, does that mean ma spits-r-scary?
If u was a magician u couldn’t uncover the tricks-I-carry.
u wanna spit using big words ur just confusing-urself, like maradona losing-ur-health,
u couldn’t reach ma heat if u made music-in-hell, imma beat u not lyrically but using-this-belt
ur just got ‘balled’ by my perfection, and ur corpse’ll get more attention than the ‘PGA’ convention,*
u asking ‘where im at’ wearing rugged-cloths,
how can u pronounce big words, aint u got a stuffed-nose?
u wanted better flow in ur shit so u fucked-hoes(hose), and looked for 'heavy' 'expressions' on fucking truck-roads

(express way, trucks r heavy, all lol) (where im at- wear a mat..rug) (*PGA is the golf league, golf balls)