i aint gonna be here next week, but i'm still gonna knock u off your pedestal with a quick key

Son u've got the worst rhyme scheme, i'm dispersin ya lines G
only time Kwell's back to the basics, s'when your verse is behind me
ya punches are just feeble swings, u'll git swiped in a confrontation
shit, your words arent even strong enough ta' strike up a conversation
even if u came at least par or average, i'ma still be chokin ya, dweeb
cuz ya verse's never moderate....sorta like Revoke in this league
but fuck pronounciations - i'ma crush u like a soulless rival
aint tryna moon u, but even wit an ass verse i'ma control the the tidal
i wont talk about Pearly Gates & shit, in order ta' show this bum defeat
cuz God lines're played ta' hell...& it's sad that he still cant come wit heat