i'm here to leave upfront left out back in the yard
u ain't famous but u swear u got peeps so i'm clapping ya guard
check to see if ya bodies still intact put it back in the car
ya rhymes are nothing i done seen better shit before
lyrically my rhymes cut ya brain and have it split before it hits the floor
u claim to be shooting niggas but u ain't gripping nothing kid
blow u away with one bar like wind with a girls wig
u couldn't come sick if ya threw up last night's dinner
ya got ya hopes up high for nothing cause u know i'm the winner
my punches connect everytime like lennox lewis hooks
rednecks wouldn't even vote on ya battles if ya was garth brooks
i don't think bitchset is able to come to ya rescue *
i'll disband ya whole group you'll have to start on ya next crew
ya rhymes are fake i'm classifying them as a hoax
everyone knows u couldn't come 'nice if u was helping out old folks




*his crew dipset