your rhymes are useless like a toothbrush witout the brissles/
or carryin a box of bullets witout the pistol/ its simple/
u dont know whats happenin/ after i murk your ass you wont wanna rap again/infamouz what kind of shit is this/you aint infamouz im bout to end this shit/flow poppin off like im unloadin a clip/tryin to rise in the game but yo ass gon slip/
u think u can beat me u seein shit like an acid trip/my flows to sick like a cancer patient/patiently waitin wit no hesitation for a chance to hit/and make u wonda why yo ass even started this shit/thats about it/ now my flows over hows it feel to be ripped by a chitownsoulja