You only a myth along with all your so called rhymes
You think ya rhymes stiff but they only thick as a dime
After i get done you're like a mime, unable to speak
You couldn't beat me even if you was 'Made' like Bleek
My rhymes like cleats and leave you with holes in ya face
This cycle keeps going and going until my sole needs replaced
Leave you lying there untill ya body's retraced then burried
Leave you in a cemetery with a rotten body with colors varied
Till ya look as scary as ya rhymes, i'll leave you as just bones
So hopefully you-know i'll leave you broken like ya furture tombstone