Aight look

Check another anemic kid, ruin his pretty record without one second of hesitation/
Watch the evolution of lyrical lashings replace all those quotations with lethal lacerations/
Bout to give the new kid lesson in elevation by spitting the perfect words/
Watch him crumble like OJ's defense he's worried when not fighting herbs/
11 minutes for ten lines this kids a little slow in the head/
Pressure has gotten to him like a fat camps top bunk beds/
Sniper raps to eat... no wonder dumb fuck is a light weight/
Only time you resemble a heavyweight is when it was my dick you ate/
Sorry to break the news but you lost this game of twenty one/
You got a twenty and I pulled blackjack I guess that means Chrit won(1)/