A yo this fool couldnt be ill even if his rhyme swallowed a stack of toxic e pills/
Young brown, the peice of shit at the gay-bar-where-he-chills & snyper? he’s at a-r-where-he kills/
Fuck ya bitch made keyin-hypes..& fuck “stars”, ill make ya be seein-“stripes”/
As I slash ya with punch lines, ya next-in-line-to-get-ripped/
Ya better guard ya back cus expect-ya-spine-to-get-stripped/
My sharp rhymes will cut ya up like a callous sword...& go ahead, "call" for help, ill jus choke ya wit the "cord"/
Young brown, ya raps be like ya "faggot ass", not-tight-at-all"/
Its like im battlin nobody, this aint a hot-fight-at-all/
You an ill mc? Haha please fool . . . you useless/
"Bitin" all of various rappers lines got ya busted face "toothless"/
What a disgrace, ya ugly rhymes alone compel ya to cover-ya-face/
Protect my spits, throw a condom in ya mouth just to rubber-ya-taste/
Yeah ima retired vet. that rhymes, wont stop me to choke-this-fool/
Forgot bout this battle so can you blame me if I broke-this-rule/
Haha pleeease, this kidd young brown aint worth keepin-in-mind/
Sorry but I was sick in bed, & also had ya girl sleepin-in-mine/
So just like ya virgin dick, think of it as the time-to-wait...& jus like your puberty, accept the fact my rhyme-is-late/