Note the direction when I ground you on your back with your feet up
No need to duck, you’ll get stuck behind like fat kids tryin ta keep up
Head the script chump, Goin after your opponent has it’s benefits
Are you out your wit, cause you know you wrote that verse admit it
You aint shit, and you aint crap ur damn mic spit in your face cause you couldn’t rap
I don’t even have to throw all these punches, I can just beat you wit a bitch slap
You wish that you could freestyle a verse like you just did, “Don’t have time”
Yeah fuckin right dog, look at mine it sucks but it was a 10 minute rhyme
I got you seein stars, I don’t use discretion to those I’m hurtin
When I knock out your lights….”Bye Dawg”…this battles closed curtains