Your lines are all weak, even your best is soft
And I don't need to be drunk, to see that reflexx is off
You ain't god, you ain't smart, bitch, I'm quick to leave you done
They say genious skips a generation, so I guess that makes you Einstein's son
Ain't no time for kiddy games, son... ain't got no time to waste
So while you, rock, papers, scissors... I'll just throw 'em all at your face

RIP