Yo Im leavin stomachs in knots when my prose folds your guts/
Watch Snyper's punches cave chests …make ya shoulders touch/
Time after time you drop played lines, and its SO depressin’/
Come correct?? Nah kid, your "styles bent" like a Yoga session/
Its like Im battling Ralph Lauren, so Ill rip this homo’s verse/
Cuz the only decent threads ‘carsonjet's’ known for are Polo shirts/
carsonjet’s losin with ease, Im the type to straight up ruin ya steez/
Throw punches at your reputation until it bruises and bleeds/
See Snyper proven to please, while what you write flows softer/
And my deadly styles make ya toes curl like tight-rope-walkers/