ur like midget jimnists, aint reachin my level from how high I set-my-bars (highbars in jims)
my lyrics will "rape this chicken" leavin this battle like "sex-on-farms"
cause you couldnt deliver "bigger punches" if you "flexed-ya-arms"
meh skillz are like "needles and drugs" the why I "inject-this-harm"
so the only way destine's "eatin my thread" is if I "fed-him-yarn"
better beleive its true facts when I say this hoe's-typical-trash
ya low-pitiful-raps have no-criminal-acts, you'll never flow-destine's-tracks (his name)
hold-liftible-stats? NOPE! there to heavy for weak-kats-wit-no-skill
5-0 'hits' you till KO, but you badly seem-wacc-so-votes-'kill'
my threads 'deadly', hate dont 'kill' but best believe-that-ropes-will
i'll leave ya "history", even got me thinkin ive "gone-back"-to-far
ur lyrics are like "broken down trains", never "on-track"-of-bars