Forced multies and punches, i bitch slap fake hoes/
cuz my punches show ya sickest flow is through ya nose/

foldin ya spine...and protect ya neck when i pull the nine/
you can't be ill when ya explain each punch with a bolded line/

Your lyrics "move me" like i'm a "paraplegic"/
"Sneezing at vocab." got-me-wondering what level you read at/

Believe that, like "caution tape" wrapped-around-my-brain/
so even is i spat "reckless" you still coudnt maintain/

I considered 'takin it easy' on you but we just dont relate/
U wouldnt know what 'hole' to stick it in even if Tiger Woods was ur best mate/