Snyper still victorious and flourishing, around the time for cats to realize, my rhyming style is glorious/
The B.I.G. on RB, this cat cant get credit, forget it, im gonna kill “notorious”, and others gonna wonder “who shot ya”/
This fool, like”'pokemon”, i throw prison balls, and boom, “I gotcha!”/
always spittin propa', with “tech” like ya “daddy”, im ready to “pop”-ya/

Ya talent, appears fake-ta-me, callin out, but not postin first?, something you never done lately?/
You fake-G, you tellin me to go first, like I'm some kind of “lady”, I bring fire like dragons, when ya wanna battle me/
you better hope the pope doesnt find you, or thats a rap-e & I take your “bills” & “kill” like hazardous “duck” take so make sure you bring your “calvery”/
Lost of a cost, you cant barely afford, me lose a battle very rarely, something scarcely to see, no one ever feels ya “punches” like wrestling on “WWE”/
Unless you want me to ease, this “battle a breeze”, like playing mortal kombat, with the “difficulty on easy”/

No need for, creating-nice-lines, its like throwin “gold clocks away”, your just a “waste-of-my-time”/
Its the greatest-of-wise-minds, coming with rage, like “empty clips”, in a new guage, with two range, you couldnt top my verse, if i “triggered a blank page”/(gauge with “lead”)
And ya wordplay, display more crookedness, then two men in foreplay/
your fake-son even your “new clear”(nuclear) weapons are just “fake-gunz”, when you let the “water run” & filled em’ was the only time you “sprayed-tons”/