yo, my rhymes can be compared to hitler against a jew,
they be roastin, toastin, and exterminatin you.
this bitch tryin to battle me wit poetry and haiku,

yo, i think its time that you put "all eyes on me",
jus like tupac, its time to blow away this punk ass pussy

Nigga, jus go to your notepad, write down some more punches an shots,
cause you be like justin timberlake, tryin to blend in wit hip hop.

you leave cats scratchin they heads like they had lice
i serve your punk ass in a minute like uncle ben's rice

so i would quit now before you get Koed by a lyrical master
my rhymes are a tornado and you the aftermath of a natural disaster

Your record’s aint even ok, so how you think youse a “wiseman“?
Im RUNNIN this rap game as if it was the “Heisman”


I didn't come hard at all...this should be an easy ko