Obviously I’m put to the test//
That I got to battle a whack ass Jim West//

My: Verse

Im da sickest brilliance and im spittin at da speed of light//
While im rippin YOU and any heavy hittim emcees at night//
Rhyme schemes precise like a sniper shootin bullets through ya head//
Faster then the time it takes fro the blood to turn from blue to red//
My thoughts true to test, just check my rep//
Ill shoot through ya chest unless you choose to step//
Im liquidating ur lyrical equations but ur far to basic to face me//
Procrastinating hasty, u as fruity as Danish pastries//
U cant see u need to improve, u might as well read my rhymes in brail//
Im ahead of my time and wouldn’t mind to leave behind a trail//
Got you so shook that it looks like im scarin you pail// (white boy)
You not prepared and failure to prepare is just preparing to fail//
And u fag, the only crime you did was write ya name on public bathroom stalls//
And your album sucked when it dropped like when a vacuum falls//
I heard in da bathroom stalls you suck dick while grabbin two balls//
If someone yelled “ Hey Fag!” in the hall, you’d probably ask “Who called”