Frein-ma$ter? What the fuck, take out that dollar sign
The closest you come to money is in the dollar-tree checkout line
It's fine, keep battling kids like me,
I'll leave you ripped and burnt like First Degree
I'm like a sniper on the roof, wit you in my battle scope
Once I pull the trigger, you out of hope, exposed, your not dope
Battlin' me is like walkin tight-ropes
Except while your balance slips, people bite my quotes
Now I gotta run to the pharmacy, no time for this last line,
I think your girl gave me somethin' last night while I was callin' her "sunshine"