Aight

Cough Cough all you do is chocke, now your ass about to get rolled up and smoked. Your Vanilla Ice’s little brother, they call you Vanilla Coke, you like Baby from Cash Money, EXCEPT you broke.
Im gonna school you jr. so you better take notes, when I spit, I automatically K.O with out getting 3 votes.
I am a one-man army, so I don’t roll with a team, your lyrics probably compared to gum out of the quarter machine, cause your flows are dead and done, like Sadam’s Regime
I will cut your feet off, turn around and tell you to kick, If your head was stuck up my ass, your rhymes couldn’t be close to my shit.
You flow about as good as a dog pissing on a tree, I give you a “Brain transplant” so you “change your mind” about battling me
Your mom asked you “how you were doing?” and you said “just fine”, How you gonna step to me, when you have a broken spine?
Your mother abandoned you as a child, so I guess you are a nameless thug, shoot a cupid arrow through your heart, so you understand that, “Pain is Love”
You walking around blind, cause you can’t see, step in “the ring” and I will knock you out “Lyric-Ali”(lyrically)
I could bet a million dollar's that you wanna be a nerse, i laced my verse because i dont believe in LADIES GOING FIRST.