The way I flow is so close to the way I smoke a bowl
This is a joke to battle this cat his rhymes are dull
Full of worthless garbage lame punches more like bitch slaps
Soundin like a little girl with audios with high pitched raps
I flipped Big Mac’s with more greese then the lyrics ur spittn
Im a Lyrical assassin that’s dissin an ass woopin wig splittin
Non written freestyles comin straight of the top of my head
You can’t touch on my style I’ll attack at you till your dead
Yo instead of a bitch slap when you wanna battle someone
Grow some balls and quit actin like a girl before you become one