yo ur lines is bruised and battered, just like the shoes u rockin//
ima leave u raised like cookie dough batter, lookin at this nigga gettin mocked and....//
ill kill u in ur face wit my shelltoe adidas, make sure u never come back wearin a wife beater//
when i look at ur rhyme its whack, I wish i was a mod and could delete "HER"//
you couldnt get at me my rhyme scheme is sweeter//
'hittin' you with every punchline like my name was Derek Jeter//
ima finish u off with this 1 last statement//
your nothing in this rap game, you can easily be erased son//