You must be Silly going against the kid with the Ill Speech
Coz U'r like Herion, I'll relentlessly abuse you, even if it Kills Me
U spit Toxic waist, yo rhymes are Killin Me, what a Misery
We'll call you Mr. George Washington, coz after this U'r History
My Mystic as an MC will Leave You Empty if U Temp Me
I'mma Cut ya Tounge off next time u try to Spit Against Me
Yo Rhymes Are Dry, Yo Kind Should Die, Y do U Try To Fly?
Even If U were Thomas Eddison U couldn't Find Ya "Shine"
U'r Flow is Slow, I Roll Past you So Fast
You're like a kid out in the Summer, I can tell u have No Class
You Broke bitch, I'm you're teacher, why are you Testin This?
U might be "Washington" but u don't got no Dead Presidents
You ain't Goty It all, Apply the Damn Logic
In every battle i'll win, I'm SONIC, You're Dr. Robotnik
He just Got Dissed, I'm much better Boys n Girls
I'm like an Asteriod, I came to Earth to Destroy his World
And leave an Impact, yo Been Whack, just Admit That
U could put a written verse in ya mouth n still can't Spit Raps
So give up you can't win, ....just LET IT GO, FACE IT
Coz if I miss, my words "come back" to hit u like ECHOLOCATION