Punches will Brush-You-Back! Ain't Talk Bout Bein "Attracted To Ur Verse" When I Say I "Crush-Your-Raps"
Skill is What-You-Lack! I'll Send Knives That'll Tear "Holes In The Back Of Your Head Like A Fuckin "Trucker-Hat"

Bitch, You Outta-Time & Battlin Me? You Outta-Line! Let Me Wreck-This-Guy
RV'll Think You "Prayin Wit Parkinsons" The Way I Leave You "Shakin-Ya-Fist-At-The-Sky"

One Blade In The Stomach’ll End His Guts From-The-Gecko, Either The Gun Or The-Tech-Blows!
When It Comes To Flesh, Imma Make Sure Theres "A Latte, Kinoff ( A lot Taken Off)" Like A Fuckin‘Russian Espresso’!!

Dude You Can’t Spit The Way I Spit, Son I’m The "Booth-King"! Clean Up These Short Ends And Loose-Strings!
With Punches That’ll Have Ransum "Change Colors At The End Of My Fist", Like God Damn Mood-Rings!

So Now its Time to Speak Ur-Last-Shouts! Reck's Punch, Hittin' Harder That'll Have'em Shittin' Blood-Out
This Battle's Over, I’ll Have Him ‘Go In The Box, With His Eye Closed’ Like ‘Hosting A Surprise Party At A Bums-House !