You bout to get whored think of yourself as a lyrical village bike
Couldn't "buss" a "flow" if ya sat wid kleenex tryna masturbate the mic
I'll help your flow, "beating" you "finer" like scrambled eggs for brunch
"20 lines" max so that's how long it takes to get to tha point of your punch
Lyrically this lame brained motherfucker be inferior
All front like a Maybach with cloth n plastic made interior
How you gonna fuck with me, yo all you fakes the same
Come step up when you learn to spell and punctuate your name
Like a village clown, your only purpose is to play tha foo'
Your flows are played, man every time you spit i'm feelin déja vu