im back in tha verse// haunt u like a curse
i got ill rimes that work urs are tha worse
im on target like tha store
you aint got wat it take u need more
ready for war// to settle tha score
with tha contraversy i spit//
im killin this bitch// fast and quik
u a tragedy like tha day u joined*
hit u like tha planes// kill u and all ur boys
play u like a toy
this man cant flow not even street poetry
ur rimes couldnt bench 10 cuz they so damn week
bout to be 15 a young ass g// leave you poetry flat all over the streets

*joined on 9 11