Aight

..::WARM-UP::..
U thought you could rip Spittin Quik//
Well...think twice... cuz you bout to be 14-6//
Ur a grown guy{18} just walk away from this before we start battling//
Cuz all im seeing is you babbling//

..::ITS MURDA::..

drastic rhymes, str8 caught ur attention G, ur 'Presense in RB is not needed' like cancelled Milk Delivery//
Anatomy Topics, make T Pound disappear as if i spit magic, u couldnt b Strategic if ur name was Battle Tactics//
submerge in topic, jus to drown ya ass//
like an Empty Church on Sunday, ya punch has no Mass//

keeping up in dis Battle-Thon, shut down ya Sprint//
ya Wackness still a See-thru even if u spit 100% Tint//
slipstreams floodin ya wetdreams, time to end dis//
Spill dis Milk like Mongoloid Teens bein careless//

Quik feels like a cheating wife da way im Drilling dis Pound, Win? not even if u sold ya soul to Satan, even wit Maternal Instincts, dis win u still aint Conceiving//
cuz even if u stay refrigerated ur still deteriorating//

Think youre a Titan? only when remodelling ant farms//
Quik will sever ya elbow joints like taking ur rights to bear arms//
he punched in his Highest-Pitch, but Hits still hittin Flat-Notes//
coz T Pound’s's kind cant even Hit-Water, if they fell-off boats//

T Pound couldnt 'Take wit Force' if he Jacked an Anorexic suffocating fast//
so quit Runnin-ya-Mouth dis aint no Telethon-Class//
Similar-like Ladies-Benchpress, Nothing on da end of T Pound’s bars//
Attempts to get Close-to-Perfection but still Horrible-by-Far//

fact~is you ~"plastic",you "spitting is like christmas" cause you don't know what to "rap~wit"//
keep you "fresh~like~caskets"..ass~kicked..i add "T Pound" with some "Quik’s quest",but still you only come out "average//


Your finished kid/\/\/\/\___FLATLINE______