freeze a savage and I set fire to fury burning his anatomy/
Like being beat by a dude with one arm I am to wrecking you single handedly/
I don’t stop…flowin my verbal arsenal through poison pen syringes/
Relentless… Fury you wouldn’t be a star if your thrown by Chinese ninjas/
i’ve Mastered the basis of the language.. you struggle with roots n prefixes/
With those weak disses, you couldn’t win if I granted you three wishes/
My Lines trigger his nervous system he’s hush and the Kids-timid/
He knows he’s like ‘toilet paper’ he won’t be around when this ‘shits-finished’/
No respect, the lowest form of heavyweight skill…shown on rapverse yet/
If your verse was edited by a teacher, you still wouldn’t come correct/