you aint sick, ice prick, your names says your 'flows' are 'stiff'
keep grip and dont slip as i leave you hangin on an icy cliff
this weak fuck freezes up when the beef heats up
its hoes down g's up, so lay down and lemme put my feet up
i pimp slap backwards this faggot ass rapper
toss him out the window just like a candy wrapper
you 'pick'-ed the wrong nigga to battle, your in deep trouble
the heat that im puttin to to ya will leave u as a puddle
you battle noobs for wins, you aint one of the best
your weak, ribs shatter, lungs collapse, when you pound ya chest
i didnt even merk you, this is a murder ya loser
but its cool how your sig predicted ya future (skeleton)