"Lyrically", I "Own" You Usin My "Bars" To "Fence-Ya-In"/
Attemptin To "Pay Me Off" But You Still Lack The "Sense-Ta- Win"/
I "Embarassed" Your "Appearance" Before, Now You Wanna "Rematch"/
At The "Bottom" Of My " Defeat List" Desiring My "Title" Wondering How To " Reach That"/
I'm "Tearin" Up "Rappers" Like A Kid On His Birthday/
Your "Lyrics" Are "Unexciting" so "Crumble'em And Toss'em",
Maybe Then Yull Have Some "Wordplay"/
I Could Make “278 Beds” With All Your “Posts”/
Create Something Useful Out Of’em Cause Catz Seem “Sleepy” Whne It Comes To Your “Votes”/
Slangin “Rocks”? Your Doin’em “Mixed With Liquid”, Colletin In Your “Brain” It Must Be “Hard-To-Think”/
Sellin “Blades” ha ha, To Who? Lil Kids During Your Part-Time Job At The “Skating Rink”/
Come On Man....Your So "ILL- Logical" Peopel Swear Your "Sick In The Head"/
To Everyone Who Beleives This Catz "Sleepin" On your Battles Hes Not.... Hes "Dead"/