Ya Hong Kong bitch tryin to “step to me” Go back and read “ya fortune cookie”
Dog you just stepped in shit and picked the wrong one nigga to “fuck with” i should call you a wolf cause all I seen you spit was "huff shit“(3 little pigs)
oh i guess i must stop because you cant flow wit “heavy weights” this battle is like sexual abuse cause its an “lyrical rape”
beeph you think you sick? well, this verse is a “get well letter” My bars will ring ya head, and leave ya heated like “bell peppers”
In battles I'm quick to takeover ya grounds like “fbi house raids” This battles an e-z-bake oven, cause me roasting your rhymes is “childs play”
I'm tempted to smack you the fuck out, but was raised not to hit a bitch
I'm "constipated" reading your rhymes because I just don't give a "shit"
i guess u r a lyrical murderer cuz ur post are “dead” how bout u try doin poetry or folk songz instead