My verses are like "bullets"... and as solid as a toy
Jus like yo name, after this battle I would have shott-a-boy
Kid, don't even try, cuz you're wack and runnin' wit the haters
I'll have you seein' black, like the logo of the Oakland Raiders
Yea, you obviously try, and you always diss the vets
You just full of jealously, cuz you suck, you hope they forget
But now you betta regret, that you were mockin' my lil verse
Cuz your verse is like the Boston Red Sox... it's fuckin' cursed
Yo verse couldn't be electrifyin' if you spat in a pot-a-static
At gettin' losses after losses, yo status is automatic
You throwin' a personal punch, is like a baby not bein' whiney
You should try and hide yo no punch verse, by makin' yo font all tiny
I ain't the one to tattle, but I gotta spread the word
That you spit verses more blank, than the shit of a fuckin' bird
My verse will make you faint, and you'll be so shocked about yo loss
You'll try to leave like Rachel... but dude, there ain't no Ross
Lookin' at E Looch's avatar, is the only time you'll count cash
The way you gonna lose this is like lightning... in a flash
You "beef" instigator, I'll have you "well done"
You're jus like a "burger", you go inbetween the "buns" (a fag)

aiight uppin' this shit.