Okay, kid battling me is like inhaling toxic fumes~
Iinflicting incisions and introducin' herbs to their dooms~

You lack everything in ya verse xcept "Wack"~
Beatin brains wit baseball bats-Breakin dope tracks~

Lyrical assaults have ya body doin revolts~
My niggas roll wit lugers an colts tendin wounds wit salts~

Ya own brain will be rejecting your thoughts and dreams~
While my lyrics flow naturally like they from a stream~
No "WWE" tag team can defeat me or so it seems~
Coz my words n'verbs murda herbs leave split skulls on curbs~
This cats been annihalated his soul is mine he cant redeem~