Ayo....

Vortexes verse contains more fruity filler than pop-tarts //
There'll always be beef on tha road ahead, like the amish riding ox-carts //
The only reason ya even obsessed with the army is cuz ya wishing that ya are~me //
Retire, cuz ya career is going nowhere fast like non wheeled car-G //
Your a down trodden sole...under foot like rubber laid-in-shoes //
I employ superior battle tactics, so as a fair boss I gotta pay-you-dues //
It's be a bloody spectacle when this wearer of glasses gets shot in da eye//
Tha only time Vortex gets close to a win is when his shoes walk around tied//
You got the hardware to battle, but forgot the tools on the bench//
Battling me you screwed yourself, I just handed you the L n wrench//
You're outta ya mind...voters are sayin what was this kid thinking//
Like milli vanilli's mouth performing on da titanic ya find ya lips-sinking//