16.


I mince wimps, Hit you with Your Wallet, And beat you CentsLess
Then dispense this, You flipped Bars worse, Than games of Tetris
And your WordPlay dropped horrible, Like Retards with ABC Blocks
You'd need Essence, But you're missing Sole... Like Baby ReeBoks
I'm nicer then you, As your lines just simply come wacky and wild
MC's spit shit in better Fashion... While they're Attacking-Ya-Style
Scrapping your pride, "Chip" your bones and make you more Wise
You sure resemble your parents, I can see the Gays-In-Your-Eyes
Sickless, Your verses belong in the College Pediatrics Text Books
Cuz when Kids read your shit, They'd feel Iller than your text looks
Depress your best hooks, As quietly lay to rest what's left, Punk
You Dream about Beating me, But your Flow stains the bed, Son
You got finished quick, But that basically amounted to nuthin
If styles had Nationalities, Nigga, I would call your bullshit Russian
Ultimately crushin you over, Like you were some sort of bitch teen
You woulda been old enough to drive, But I killed you at 16(Lines)