yer statements' as opinionated as an eight grader's, let it sit in ya chest//
so by ya own definitional statement, ya ain't considered a vet//
ya not hot, and too simple to drop at this//
ya dart aren't meant to penetrate deep, like adult cock down an infant's esophacus//
I'm murdering you, then servin a third of ya crew//
while burnin ya booth. before the return of your verse to verbal abuse//*
Fear it when I lift you wit guns, when it's spittin the hollow through//
cuz ya lyrics are wicked as nuns, livin in solitude//
for you to spit that you ill, is really fictional droppin//
my verse'll put the check in the third box, in additional options//**

*-he has a battle going on at the same time as me with verbal abuse
**-that third box says, 'disable smilies in text', this line basically means, you won't be able to smile in your verse, or about it.