You primarily came with whack shit now you come at me with worst.
Face it nigka you against all odds and losing. Your posing ass is cursed.
You step forward in a battle but just by my style I can make you reverse.
Record 2-4 and that means you trailing 24 hours a date… Just get dope.
Momma gets mad for talking like that. Just go get that mouth washing soap.
You’re drooling at my skills. There will never be flames from your maw
I can’t make out any way of your rhymes being dope yet alone being raw.
Again and again I beat you and you die. Please go away and don’t cry
Or I’ll have to throw you out like the angels and birds do when they fly.
I just murdered an additional fake emcee with out even having to try.