I had it wit herbs who don't admit defeat...fuck it bitch get back in yo seat...

(Chorus)
Yo Stotta this is the goodbye rhyme,
Time to meet yo maker coz tonights ur time,
Had enuff wit this fake and his so-called shine,
Only thing he'll be beatin me to...is dyin,

(Verse 1)
I'll fuck him up worse than a 2nd hand hooker,
Couldn't write hot if the cops came and booked-ya,

Throwin weak personals but in our battle i bared the facts,
He gave me props fo personals but now won't admit he's wack,

U had no pussy not even in between yo momma coz of the c-section,
I asked most bout ur talents and ur wackness...they said no question,

Callin me a dick rider...how much dick you suck!?!,
Them illegal votes u got i removed now u ran outta luck,

Coz fact is i live for this shit i bust caps and remain true,
U so fake u could team wit TRIGGA...and still wouldn't ShOOt,

(Chorus)
Yo Stotta this is the goodbye rhyme,
Time to meet yo maker coz tonights ur time,
Had enuff wit this fake and his so-called shine,
Only thing he'll be beatin me to...is dyin,

(Verse 2)
I'll line this fool up like a cattle his waitin for the slaughter,
He thinks sick lookin around fo ho's but only fancies her moms daughter,

My lyrics are piercing u couldn't buy talent coz u broke,
Ingested a vest so he wouldn't get his lyrics hit...but all he did was choke,

U ain't a psycho u jus a boy lackin the shotta i see ur neck twitch,
U can't keystyle lyrics u ain't hard hittin how...u dislecsic,

He got tricked...some bitch sold him beans and told him talents grows on trees,
Then listened to a few Dolly Parton tracks...now thinks he's country,

Left u to dry like wet washin lyrics leak like paddling pools wit holes,
See the bottom of my shoe?...an ass kickin is what u need to "train" ur "soul",

(Chorus)
Yo Stotta this is the goodbye rhyme,
Time to meet yo maker coz tonights ur time,
Had enuff wit this fake and his so-called shine,
Only thing he'll be beatin me to...is dyin,