who are you? i'm sick of murking wack kids
it's fitting i put a round in your circle jerking faggots
ionno even know who i'm dissing ,fucking punks
"IBIT" bitch,
the person you stole from fucking sucks
this BITCH HERE IS BROKE when i RIP IN HIS THROAT
you're tryna capitalize on forced multies,
but still haven't CONVINCED US YOU'RE DOPE
this kid has promise? it's sickening, cause bitch i'm honest
that style you got might be cool... when your sister rocks it
ya clout is hoe stuff, don't even doubt i'll fold ya
i came to socket to you... but ended up ripping out ya shoulder
it's pathetic that my groupies always try to copy me
cause you only rise to the occasion when doing stand-up comedy
i'm raw as fuck, an artist that's wrecking & i'm whoring ya game
i'll draw your blood
then make a sketch of your corpse in ya frame
this whiteboy isn't gangster, and we all know it's true
last time you saw the hood... was before my car ran over you
i'm showing promise & dent ya; i'm bombing contenders
a top notch is one your short as uses on his suspenders
I carry clips-macks, gats, glocks & 9's to scorch ya corpse with
and i WILL blast the fifth... right after the four before it
it's tough luck but the fact is you're done, slut
i son punks, IBIT says eZ... to rep the board he comes from
i spark & run guys off the board in their miserable stage
real talk was hard to come by,
but now you can just visit his grave
this bitch is fucked, i'm known to clown with shots
your punch mrs, slut.... like your name around the block