A dedication to The pretender of the 512

You go first for the reason of gender/
Coz when I start like ali ill hurt ya/

Ur gonna b gaspin for air when I enter/
With my lyrical punches hittin you left right and center/
Get psychiatrics to diagnose u with dementia/
Wrap a nouse round ur kneck and drop u in a blender/
Put it on 10, till ur screamin I surrender/

Drink the puree while im doin weights to get lyrically hencher/
Spit that shit out with it addressed return to sender/
Coz your spits are the lyrics of a no talent pretender/

Who made the mistake of thinking he was a contender/