Yo verse couldn't be electrifyin' if you spat in a pot-a-static
At gettin' losses after losses, yo ™ is "Automatik"
I ain't gonna show my verse early, cuz this ain't no show and tell
How can you be a lyrical menace, when we kno you cannot spell? (1)
You think you're 20/20, and that you're the perfect dude
But yo record is 17/21, I guess perfection ain't for you (2)
You throwin' a personal punch, is like a baby not bein' whiney
You 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
Lookin' at E Looch's avatar, is the only time you'll have cash
You predicted how fast you'll lose this battle... in a "flash"