Get off the kid, or get split, from ya feet down to ya chin
Cuz the kid like "Video Game staffs", i gotta "Lotta Wyns"*

U never been, "Good with texting" like "Cheap cellphone keys"
And only time u gon "Rap sumthin" is when ya "mouth bleed"

"I got this kid beat" i feel like im some kind of "Abusive father"
Was bout 2 take time in my verse, but read urs and said Y bother?

Dawg my lyrics like "Dollars", they the "Main attraction of dudes"
U gon lose, cuz ur verse like "Jazz fans" just "Screamin for Boos" (booze)

Aint mean to be rude, but u lost this battle before u even dropped
Played the role of "Truth Commercials" so this "Phive got stomped"

Get rocked, the glock will spit 8 at this fake,til it break ya whole dome
And AMH treat ya place like Tradin Spaces, straight run in ya home

Im in my zone, u gettin blown, but i aint talkin bout u gettin oral sex
Im talkin bout ya Head poppin off ya shoulders with the Smith and Wes

Leave this fag wrecked, cuz my sick flow just too breezy
And im fiendin for the weed, so i "Torch this Phiv-e"Z

*Wyn, last name of a chinese dude... Video game staffs like all chinese...