He 'backs his words up' cause i leave what hes 'spoke-in-remission'
And his elevation 'only goes in reverse' like a 'broken-transmission'//
I'll make like bad brain surgeons and leave your mind-exposed/
But like micheal jacksons doctors my punches redefine-your-nose//
He as street as it gets... yeah when the cops outline and chalk-his-frame/
Im making him see *stars quicker then the walk-of-fame//
Decimating fists rattle-your-health, Imma Burn this beef like sendin *cattle-to-hell (Moo)/
Kid so whack he couldnt get a win if he battled-himself//
Yeah This cat couldn’t get the picture if he was rating-art,
Like poor painters I got you drawing a blank slate-to-start
Now I got DefJam scared to show like kids for a parent teacher- conference//
He known not to battle anymore, because he's a claimed paci-fist,/
Prolly explains why this dudes punches are known to practically-miss//
Throw ya verses on a stereo just to amp-ya-scripts,
His punches are tight? Only when I clamp-his-wrists//
I dont even need to finish my verse, its a fact-that-your-done
Everything you 'speak is pussy' which explains why the 'cats-got-your-tongue'//
Don’t grudge-from-this-loss. . He died already your justa bunch-that-is-lost! (it’s a lost cause)
You Gonna Have To "JAM Ya knuckes Thru Jesus" to get ya punches-a-cross!//