I'll stop rhymin' at 37,
Last longer than Jay-Z/
But I'm 19,
so my years left equal Eighteen.

That's two decades left
It's enough time to be Konfuzin'/
You think you can win?
Nigga, that's the REAL illusion!

Hell, I'll leave you lyin' there
In this proverbial ditch/
Pound you like pavement,
When I hit the hyrdraulic switch.

I'm climbin the battle ladder so fast,
The rungs will rattle/
I am the cowboy-rapper,
Herd you up like the fatter cattle.

They're easier to catch,
Like you're easier to beat/
My lines are like S'mores:
To everyone they are too sweet.

I think that's the end,
My bombardment of you was fun/
Try and top this shit:
But I bet it won't be done.