yo, my complex text, gets you vexed, when i express my intellect,
i embrace you with death, pullin out these established lyrical threats,
i suggest, you listen to these lyrics that i possess,
you're even impressed, when i assess, you and you fail my test, so dont mess
im superior to you, im performin lyrical shots to your chest,
i perplex you when i flex, to put the heat in your flesh, think you're the best?
please! you aint a proffesional rapper, you're a lyrical replacement,
i engage with, makin the lyrics you dont even wanna be faced with!
sire, your new to R.V, that means you're jumpin into danger when your writin lyrics that dont even harm me! disarm me?
you cant do that, you aint that intelligent!
you're rhymes are so wack, i dont even see them, cause they cant be sent!