This fool got his ressurection battlin' me truly, But Im 'bout to put him to rest again
He screamin' like a Mexican, After this battle he'll leave RB and go back to "Flexin' in Lexington"
He took this battle a little too seriously juss to get torn down, His bar limit made tha amount
Numbered his lines, Gave him a little help, Cuz since he can't rip me, Atleast he showed he could count
This cat tries to put on a gangster front, But his tale is fairy, So fill her in tink
Homey actually think he gon' merk me, Bitch is feelin' brave but Im bout to "Kill 'er Instinkz"
How he expect to be fresh? Come on look at his sig, He's tha original Hip Hop junkie
Im really glad rappin' ain't like a high school course cuz he ain't elevatin', He's flunking
But excuse him for his wackness everyone, He stated in his post he was short on time
But dawg everytime u drop ya shit is plain, Tha light in his sig is tha only part of his verse that shines
Im puttin' him to tha test, He shoulda of know better, Cuz he's in more danger than a black man in a KKK complex
This ain't a contest, It's a gimme, He shoulda focussed on his verse more than tryna "check tha mic" typin' text
This cat thought his verse was rich, Actually it was "Po", "Well" it was predicted, His "Collins" made his verse shitty
This cats lame, He prolly actually gets aroused from watchin' tha animated chick in his avatar shakin' het titty's
And juss to let U know U don't "inspire" shit, And ya custom title is a lie, Cuz ya whole verse wasn't witty