I spit rapid fire like a teck i put the 2 greatest to rest//
U can't pass me like a test u can't rip me like my vest//
I got flow u got shit I get pussy u wish for little dick//
I got high shots low blows and those middle hits//
my rhymes are so hot iz like i'm chewin lit tobacco//
I can't talk about u girl cuz i don't lick-fat-hoes//
I know ur starvin "bittin bars" and "suckin dick"//
If ur dat hungry juz eat my dust u fuckin bitch//
I hear u battlin for the first fuckin time not-me//
Iz juz some nigga crashed Rb juz to knock-me//
Why u stealin my style is the real situation that/
I give "smack" to my punches send u makin raps//
or writtens no more battle for this fuckin fagot//
I make crazy mad I change moods like black magic//