Nigga i would beat your ass badly, even if i went first
ima go at u more than once, i cant fit it all in one verse
nigga you think you can beat xplicit, u probaly dont even curse
my rhymes are like guns, thats how bad they hurt
im all over you son, like little girls and R.Kelly
hit u so bad you’ll need more band aids on your face then nelly
none of your flows are good, not even the ones you steal
face it, u like wrestling, its obvious how u aint real
this shit is easy, yo i dont even gotta think to rip you
ill beat u so bad u could die and noone would miss you
Im makin you feel real bad, oh here’s ya tissue
Nigga please dont rhyme no more
You and ya man bought the same rhyme from the same store
X bruisen ya, makin ya have black eyes and stitches
Nigga im comin from rags unto riches
X blazin ya like a skunk
Nigga yo ship is sunk

I didn’t even come hard at all, and im expecting a ko