pray for a way to win today,
you'd hafta rent house party for this "kid" to get "play"

you got "clowns" on sneakers with broke legs so you can't stand "IT",
your bars are "garbage" and your recycling more lines than "captain-planet"

your a netcee take this with no remorse/ cancel your internet your career "would be over" like your "desk chair" is a "death bed" and your "IP" is "Life Support"

you want respect at 21 but you rap like your 12 no 1 givin chances for u 2 earn-it

its like i'm givin "steriods" to the judges eyes cuz they see you've "got ripped", u claim ur gully like 50, cuz your grandma gave you a home-made sweater so you holla'd out GEE, U KNIT

let me end it

your the oldest kat i know to forever stay grounded, how weird it sounded
when you ran around the united kingdom proclaiming you rap at a bodega that you found on soundclick, (DAYUM...)

thats rude, for me to hafta get atchu, imma hafta laugh at dude you rhymes suck more then over powered vacuums
only time you been told u was nice inside a text communicated chatroom

breaks Game's fingers ends his career and thats it, 1 yaself