Aight look

You talkin G shit but forgot how I spit, the grimiest dog here so bow to King Chrit
Illiterate? sure that line wasnt somethin you bit because as everyone knows my vocab is imacculate
Ya names right son you do got a green thumb, to bad you from the fuckin suburb
You grow shit in the basement to be like you just another fucking herb
Jealous of my flows its true, green really does suit you and your bitch ass crew
Chrit reps bout how we do and thats to leave your chest see through
We put "holes" in you destroy you as a whole
Mispelling a word like that you best just light another bowl
And drown away your sorrows in that shit on which you toke
Too bad thats really grass seed, no wonder you always choke
Challenge you? son you did the callout whats that about
Another prewritten verse I'll nuke you herbs... feel the fallout
This shit's just too easy going against chumps like greeny yo
So sit there twiddle your thumbs til that poll says you're KO'D