Her whole style is full with buffoonery/
To her, my verse is gonna be a golden jubilee/
Your whole style is fake you ain’t foolin’ me/
Your punches ain’t touchin’ me cause your bars are like a doodle B/
Plus your flow is rusty like a fake jewelry/
I let you go first since I’m a gentlemen/
But I ain’t soft since I’m rippin’ up your sentiment/
You takin’ a Loss is this battle’s settlement/
The only time she causes mayhem is below the belt/
Read my rhymes quick cause the bars ‘ell melt/
I don’t play with the cards that are delt/
Cause I keep ace’s “up my sleeve”, like a player who likes to cheat/
Feel the heat when I grip at ease, spit at your knees have you fallin’ like the 2 WTC's/
Another way you cause mayhem is threw swallowing babies/
Takin’ lives of the unborn is cruel to human nature/
Your rhymes ruin’ computer monitors and the bars that touch a piece of paper/
Hate on me then I serve you shit bad for your stomach like a fucked up waiter/
Or I can make your face a mess like a fucked up razor/