No one likes your lyrics kid, jus sit back accept your fate
Cause when he writes his shit, even his Words try to EScape
This kids a fuckin biter, and after this battle I'll prove it
So sure his rhyme is played, Cause damn I already used it
Your whole life is fake, bitch ass fags and sluts for ya family
Only thing goin down quicker than you verse, is ya moms panties
And how you ever win a battle, when ya rhymes completly played
No punches connectin, but your the one who needs ta save face
You jus a worthless herb, pointless, for you losing is a trend
If this was a fight to the finish, your getting beat til the end