Memesis gets chipped and slashed, ripped and mashed just about
He speaks out his ass so much, he starts shittin out his mouth
why even have a tourney?, ya punches gets no damnation
told him to take an L now he smokes for elevation
u don't want it now go bury ya head in the sand
cuz looking under ya hood only time you had a fan
ya hopes spent, leave with a broke neck, I drop dope text
throw techs, this hoes next, Imma use less effor on this than ya votes get
Memesis gets slammed to the ground, battle me youll perish son
I'll go for rounds and leave Memesis worn out like running a marithon
roll out da blueprints across the table when I plan to stretch ya ribs
ya text get ripped, stab L In ya back till he showing more heart thru his shirt then anorexic kids
fuck ya punchline-tourney, I chop and jab, pop this fag, leave ya rocked and stabbed
at ya face with glocks and mags, and ya rhymes half out your ass like boxer tags
ya style makes no tornadoes, hurricanes, or street cash
Ya only considered hot because of ya heat-rash
I hate to slaughter dudes, but fuck It, you get D/R so hard even Ya pubes don’t like you
get ya life chewed, My punches leave you blacced out like segregated night schools
lets end this quick no need for feeling good like prefect health
cuz all ya punches are weak....probley the reason you aint enter the tourney ya-self... BIATCH!!!