I may be on the first stage but skillz been surpassed you,
Don't worry bout my age,worry bout gettin killed when i pass through//
I'm not to be fucked wit,
Don't press yo luck spit//
Don't make my heater, or my team buck,
yo style sweeter than a ice cream truck//
My flows eject perplexed subjects,
you could never comprehend//
My flow collects select intellect,
you could never apprehend//
your garunteed to lose a few pounds,
when i let off a few rounds//
I got the silencer attached,
so i'll only hear a few sounds//
Bitch i got yo wack 50 ,
but it aint in coins//
Bitch i got the mack milly,
blow off yo groin//
got yo rip cage shifty,
cuz i bust the gage swifty//
i don't believe you to be competiton,
review yo compostion,
Change yo name to MR.SWALLOW,
cuz you know you dont be spittin

aight i did my part