Ah fuck it I'm feeling ill today so my verse is what it is...

Your shit's wack... you lack any degree of lyrical wealth
I'll abolish my verse... and leave you to own yourself
Your from a land of the perverse, I don't know what's worse
That..? Or you taking a year to write a verse?
You're a weak nigga, bitch your rhyming scheme is feeble
Wouldn't be sick if Whitney Houston stuck your arm with a needle
Lyrically I snap your neck until your vision fades to black
Your flow’s deluded like thinking hightop fades are back
But on the real you dope as fuck, nigga you can’t be stopped
Wipe the grin off your face… now look at the date I dropped