wreck with text? nah, you just a wreck with text
I'll have you 'scrambling for your life' like imprisoned breakfast chefs
start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me
when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory
i'll shred till I slice through... pound till your rotten
pound till your chest is caved in as deep as Bin Laden
tearing through... I hate your guts, I got them on my stitching
so I'll give you a dirty look like unqualified cosmeticians
watch me pin him, then pin my ribbon... just bow and take the L
the loss gots you kicking yourself like you tore your ACL
