I'm new to this site, so this cat don't know my name
But still my rhymes are ill, and I'ma put him to shame
Your punches for sure wouldn't hurt your grandma
We never met, jerk, but already I can't stand ya
I'll devour your skills like I eat ice cream cone
Leavin you haunted bitch, with out nice dreams yo
Battles begun time to lyrically kill, so you know It's time bitch
If friends could help your skills, you would be rhymeless
Go and buy a bra for your boobies you dumb noobie
Sorry to tell ya, but your girl is one of my groupies
Battling me was like you affording your rent
No where to go, and all of your money spent