you wanna beat me better hope theyve got me rolled up in a hearse
for you to win id have to have a heart attack 'fore i post up my verse...
your evened up at four and four but about to smack your ass cross-eyed
fuck with me ill leave ya record a little heavy on the loss side...
your skills is garbage...wackest shit i ever seen a kid-do
your sig's masked up...he dont wanna be seen with-you...
you always drop wack..."yo but my rhymes is ill when i really drop dogg"
hope you not lyin cause "what I'm really made of" is sicker than a hot dog...
i said ten to twelve lines you begged me for a bigger limit
how many lines you need for "schema copped a squat on me and shitted"...
look back over your shit...please come harder than your last four
i see where you got your name cause mercy's something people ask for...




hot dogs are made of disgusting left over cow parts...you get it

werd...