You see me incognito trailing through this teen like butter
Trill get's soaked in kerosene, unanswered prayers he starts to stutter
I mutter and throw the matches, i don't strike cos i don't need flames
I Open mic him, make the sparks fly, you play with fire you get burned in rap games
Put him out with piss and safe his life, "i didn't want to see you dead"
I change my mind then take one step back, my size tens stamp through his head.

....Ugh, that was uuuugleee. No beef Trill, JK. Peace.

Next weapon=An eightball in a sock

Hurt me hurt me!!!