you think you got mad props? no one even reads the shit you drop, you worse than a flop
you just another punk wannabe emcee, you'd get chewed up in the industry,
you say your shits tight when its wack, you better watch your back, dont even try to attack.
you cant take any negative comments, your shit? i drop bombs on it,
coming out and spittin 2 line battle verses, i drop my flow and you be leavin in a hearse, immerse,
yourself in my rhymes, after battlin me there aint gonna be a next time, check your rhymes,
you flow is wacker than wack, after one hit from my rhymes you on your back,
my flows arrested you, infested you, im straight detestin you,
your vocab is as good as your flow, you dont know any other words besides bitch and hoe,
10 years from now i'll be the don of rap, while you servin burgers and fries with a mcdonalds cap, you cant rap,
and you got no skills, come did you really think you could just come out and kill?
you got no back up, and i just whack up,
the illest flow you've ever seen, when your 44 i'll be the cat on your tv screen, causing a scene,
cause you cant phase me, why is your bitch always asking me to have her baby,
dont try to test, cause east to west im the best, the rest is just part of the protest,
people protesting that my flow is killer, your rhymes are just filler,
in between my smooth flows, all systems go, i thought you'd know, you blow!
how did you make into the rap game? ive got no other words for your flow other than lame, you got no game, at best your shit is tame,
how many positive comments you got? you think you hot, you lost the plot,
you got moved to wackness emergency center for a reason, your rhymes just don’t be pleasing,
no respect and definitely no skills, BITCH YOU JUST GOT KILLED!
Check out open mic, you getting ragged on worse than a dyke, drop nothing but shit on the mic,
i said you cant test the best, just take a seat in the audience with the rest, and just confess your rhymes a mess,
you think you spit out mad visuals? Your rhymes is trivial, my flow making history like biblical,
fables, you aint able, to come to the table, just go back to the farm with mabel,
i aint even got time to hear the rest of your rhymes... go back to school and maybe you'll get lucky next time...