yo yo/
Qwilk spitted, nigga i jus spit on ur rhymes/
fold u up faster then thugs thrown up gang signs/
ur rhymes r like the cereal they jus a lucky charm/
and by the end of this battle i'll have "R.I.P Qwilk" tatto on my arm/
so u have to step down when u facin the rippa/
cause a will put 7 red dot's in body shaped like the big dippa/
and u jus a fake nigga/
tryin to find ur rhymes like Cinderella tryin to find her slippa/
so stop tryin to step to my level-go back down to your soil/
Im da God nigga u a devil cuz i've been da illest rapper since Aluminum foil//