Deceptin the lyrical perception, Keepin these weak nigga's gessin/
Which way to turn, So many ways i can burn/
Sit down and listen you might be able to learn/
I rip people apart, Rip off they face and play darts/
Consequences will end yo sentence, Lyrical shit is what your sendin/
Don't have to ask anyone I knwo you failed/
You come in first place at a spelling bee, Just like VP Quail/
Your eyes are closed, cause your skills are hosed/
Keep your place, Nuthin but disgrace, Gettin in your face cause you cant keep the pace/
Words spit so fast sounds like I was spell castin/
Nigga after im done with you, You'll sound like Michael Jackson/
Now your claimin to be Peter Pan, I am your own personal Summer of Sam/
I can't keep lyrical peace, I have to make these niggas deceased/
Ill eat you up like cream and wheat/
Aww what happened, Did i hit ya too fast?/
Dont think your beatin this shit, Nigga your dead last/