you faggots just need to put the mic down and listen
cuz y'all got more bitch inside a you than a women's prison...
battlin' me the voting never leaves a split decision
if this a game i'll cut you in half like the intermission...
when it comes to spittin' i'm never timid... always exquisite...
so dope my imagery depicts an alcoholic's vision...
it's a sinful mission every time my pencil's scribblin'...
i get ya limbs twitchin' like the anti-dote for ritalyn...
riddlin' words in sick spurts... beginning to end...
keep gettin' on ya nerves 'til i shrivel ya skin...
my flow surrounds you like a moat with a cyclical spin
and i was born to win... this more than a habitual trend...