I'ma start statin facts, So I know that you don't want me to start//
We all know you tried to spell ya name as Wal-Mart//
Who the fuck is this Rookie? the Exact Reflection of an Infant//
Because he “cant stand” to me, my lyrics will cause him to “fall” in a Instant//
I’ll Break your back ribs puncture your skin, and Disfigure ya Structure//
Dismantle ya mind's configuration Line by Line until it Ruptures// Bring your career to a End, fuck trying to Accomplish a Win// Because you'll never go far like Footballs kicked Against the wind//
Similar to Strike-Outs, all of your attempts to HIT missed//
One's a RIPPIST that will leave you Tongue-Tied like being French Kissed—plus I’ll have you on some gang shit,
and it’s no side choosing, cuz one shot from the glock’ll make you a “blood and a crip”//

you ain't ill enough for that lame verse!
if you are show and tell!