ur style of rap is made up like a book of fables//
i'll lyrically kill u like bacc in ancient times i'm caine ur abel//
even if i had no feet i still won't lose a step against u//
cuz my lines would roll ova u more den a woman's hairdo//
there's no choice u can score, like u talkin 2 a nun//
so i guess u must as well add 2 ur lost column by 1