your plots stopped...beat me...i got more wins than this verse has got dots...
im top notch... and the only time you spit something explosive is pop-rocks...
i bruise bars and shoot stars ya egos the only thing thats too large...
you defeatin me is impossible like fitting 10 fat bitches in 2 cars...
your commiting rap suicide like your words slit your wrists...
ill put a .22 to ya chest like you were fuckin emmitt smith...
or ill cut up your body into sections and mail the pieces to ya bitch...
nigga play role distilled is a gay hoe when i say so ima watch him lay cold...
cause he's so set for failure his verse should read 1..2..3..4..5..K.O...
call this hide an seek..when i apply the beat..you run and hide from me...
you should buy a guide for emcee's before you decide to speak...
i got skills to impress with words like drills to ya chest...
imma checkmate this battle like i was a king in chess...
im winnin no doubt..the thought of you takin me out has me raisin my brow...
i mean damn clown...it must be 6:30 cuz i just beat you hands down...
so just keep quiet you don’t wanna see when a bar sparks...
cuz im bout to dissasemble ya ass real fast like car parts...
stop bitchin..like chefs stuffin chicken you always got your arm on cocks...
ya dead rhymes wont make head lines like white boyz in a barber shop...
distilled dont even try it...ur flow's are like a one man fuckin riot...