ill bring the heat in the winter and ill serve u for dinner, u cant be the winner cuz this isnt a special olympic meet and i aint a lender//
im this wack kats opponent and this battle, i own it, ya mom, i already boned it and ya lyrics, ya couldnt loan it//
ill sight ya in my scope and ya better hope i dont blow off ya head, ill just be nice and rip ya intestines out and feel it wit lead//
u couldnt be dope if u was a drug dealer out on the street, ya have a hard time gettin hoes cuz they say they can never find ya meat//
you to fat u cant even see ya feet and ya just gonna get bigger readin my sick flow, you can call me phat cuz my rhymes fill you up hoe//
you'd be dead if i was goin all out but theres no need, ya rhymes couldnt be at a 'high'er level then mine cuz ya have no weed//

:::.out.:::

uppin fo votes