u didn't leave a weapon but i'll go wit da mic

i'll take a microphone from out of the booth/ & slap the dogshit out of encrypted with it 2/
lyrically against me ur like grass, & i'm the pool/ u get stepped on & mowed ova, while i wet people up all da time if dey not playin by the rules/ but back 2 da mic i'll take it'z cord b-low & strangled crypt wit it til he can't breathe/ & when i stop u'll have illusions that u got ur azz whipped by 10 of me/ can it b that on here i'm not lyrically touched by anybody/ if u wanna feel cold steel i can take out my gat & jammed ya wit it 1 shoot from my mini-shottie