YOUR UP FOR ONE KNOCK OUT PUNCH TO YA JAW
Nigga think he spittin cold punches but my hottness thaw’s (it)
Ya punches aint hitting me cause ur writing on an soft pad
My rhymes are like an sharp scissor I’ll excrete ya rhymes to scrap
Kid says he’z mentally ill couldn’t be ill if u took so many pills
Calla me an quick sand cause iam leavin ya under with yo skillz
If u ate an square candy still ya punches couldn’t burt me into stars ( starburst)
My words like an painter cause iam using your own blood to create art
Like cell-phone ya bars of punches don’t have an signal its unable to reach me
Think u ill?…….. liar liar pant’z on fire I’ll give u period pains like an femine