Im Stealing Lunches, the Way Im Feeding Gun A Loss,
My Punches are Rapid Firing, like im an Angry Boss/
You aint EVEN on my Level, so A win is Against All Odds,
Got you Prayin to the Devil, Cause your being Dispensed By God/
Reading my hot rhyme, Ill Bet you start Jerking,
Ill Steal ya shadow, because a LOSS is Lurking/
All you punches are played, like reruns of Mohammad Ali fights,
The reasons for your wackness?, I guess your allergic to mics/