*Walks in sees the next victim and brushes off the mic*

Qidd MinX reckons he's equipped wit lyrics...but that's what he thinks,
Ya shit stinks but wit that broke nose u won't know so ima call u Sphinx,

This kids weak and decent vocab comin from ya mouth is obselete,
U could tear ya heart out and sit on it...& u still couldn't ride 2 the beat,

I bet ya reckon ya skills are as ill as my Devils Advocate sig,
But speakin foregn here won't work so stop on that madagascar shit,

Ya asked fot it...by acceptin but ya words won't hurt,
U could have 3 jobs and many verses...and it still wont put in work,

I'd go at full strength but ya name ain't worth the time u a waste,
Why did i spit...jus seeing ur verse woulda killed u anyway,

*Dials GSS to collect the next victim*