I'll jab you to death, I don't need to use a beam;
Punches'll make you black out, til you wake up in Birmingham with Martin Luther King
ya verses all sloppy- but ya neck will sever through still
with no gloves- cause ya autopsy… said that you we’re never too ill
ya style sucks… bars long enough to hang a shower curtain
I got this kid blackin out everytime my power’s workin
I’m miles above you, while u front'in with ya wack flow
Tried to level the playing field, but needed a dozer and backhoe *ha*
You belong in a landfill you depressed little artist/
So I’ll leave you down in the dumps, with the rest of the garbage
BANG-BANG EARLY