Approach me waving scripts, know my foes be hating
But rexless the main profile, seen as mostly fakest
Demoted from supremacy to a hasbeen free agent
Slap this tame bitch, he backspin on the pavement
In front of his kids disrespectful, they his test-tubes
Wanna suggest proof? For your life, it's no rescues
Blew devils for his info, might as well confess duke
At best you strangled, nearby stalls at restrooms
Bad thing is, I get anorexic crackwhores, to kill you
Family's thrilled too, wondering if your will's truth
I show direction to the lost & feeble, really all we know/
I'll jack-son's girl, sex her size more than millie on coke/
Feelin a joke, emerged out of his entire diss at me/
My weakest flow dogs em, like boxers piss on trees/
Consistently talks as if he's teflon don like john gotti/
Rex'll rather play with petunias than harm bodies/
Connect so deep, even wit remotes, ya can't channel/
Spray paint your newborn's face, this grand vandal/
Spoils the image of fake G's greatly, now his faith be/
Escorted to highways of heaven, violating late fees/
His verses clearly understood like the blackest of collars/
Less should pay up dollars, for that wack shit he honors/