yo, yo, sike naw

you might think your godly with your bars homes,
but you aint gotta be from kansas city to need a priest holmes,
lyrically you gotta come preapared to battle me with armor,
cuz ill be the one to put your seeds underground like a farmer,
i dont need no confessions cuz ou caint rap mother fucka,
yo aint gotta remind me, cuz verbally ill burn ya like usher,
just an annoyin newb, i smoke herbs like you d-rex,
cuz your punches come up shorter thsn the arms of a t-rex,