I can scorch you faster than matches thrown into Gasoline, Your amateur stuck on losses like faggots into usage of Vaseline//

Lyrically-mean with words I split yea spleen, and destroy your battle-plans faster than torpedoes from submarines//

You couldn’t win this battle if your had a professional Ghost writer, I spit real Flames of Punches, Sh*t this battle isn’t even a overnighter, I bet u couldn’t even script a spark to even start a cigarette lighter//

~FinShEr~

your rap characteristic’s are like Mentally challenged kids trying to write their own names, you couldn’t write a good punch-line if you wrote after catching your pencil on flames//

My lyrics is colder than ice man// skit on yo mom so much they call her frosty the snow man//