its the bar criminal, spittin lyrikal
with vocab catridges to blow
ur brain mineral/
i show fear to this coward dude
pack a number 2 and go to school
before i twist your neck a 180 degreez
and leave you nothing foward to
look to/
call you weed-man cuz all you
pack is L's
i snatch your W while tingling
ur sickle cell/
beating you is relentless
devouring you into non-existence
in a instant/
he aint even half as nice
you just a lil side dish towards
my appetite
yo skillz on diet, causing you to
rap light
and dats how you lost tonight/

try tomorrow