Aight

Your rhymes are like crabs cause they don’t bite, they just throw pinches, If you put “Half a ruler” in your pocket, your dick “Couldn’t be close to 6 inches”
My rhymes “cut” ya like “California” they call me “the snipper” cause I “scissor” through your rhymes like the “Los Angeles Clippers”
Like guys that “chop off craniums” I love to “Be-headed”(beheaded), I wont shoot ya, but I’ll “gas” you like a “fart” and leave you “un-leaded”(unleaded)
I cut ya, and mix you more “orange juice” than a cup of “tang”, like “slaves” driving a “Ford” you “Must-hang”(Mustang)
I “frame” your rhymes and through this battle I sail, I “roast” your “text” with more "bars" than "jail" and call it “Black-Mail”
Like my dog “Lycos” practicing for a bark contest, you need to “Re-site”(recite), you put your appearance on “ghost mode” so it says your “offline” cause you need time to pre-write
Like a “prostitute cutting the grass” you are just a “Hoe-Mo”(Homo), I “introduced” you to “Apollo” so you can “Know-Show”(no show)
You from “Brooklyn and Queenz, its all good, they need to call you “Double-Jacket” the way, you rock “Two-Hoods”

Holla.