Aight look...

This vet's slippin? Check the win streak to qualify what you spittin/
It like you playin mad-libs addin my name to prewrites, what the fuck is you thinking/
Fuck the IR, I'll send you straight to the graveyard/
Actin too much like Bruce too willin to Die Hard/
Do I have a target on my chest? Am a magnet for herbs?/
It's ok cause I'll take your best and continue to make newbs bite curbs/
Sorry kiddo your worplay is lacking, lyrically you's a slob/
Harboring homoerotic tendancies you remind of Jay and Silent Bob/
Murder you on paper let my clips hold shit together so why front this/
You're just an intern in this rap shit, I'm the owner of this office/
Half way to the limit and I could throw in ten lines of filler/
Still KO this bitch make it a classic like those fights in Manilla/
Kids from Nashville, he must idolize the King/
Not Elvis though cause I'm the master in this ring/
Why the hell you rap son, you flows to kiddish/
Why not try country or better yet hold a dradle and rap in yiddish/
To be successful you'll need a fucking wack gimmick like that/
Cause rapping like you hard and steppin to Chrit will get you merked fast/
So heed my advice and find a new profession/
Cause in this shit you'll go hungry like it was the great depression/