this kid cant spit tru shit all his stuff is prewriteins//
the only heat this kids spits requires mittens//
i dunno why he accepted cuz thers no way he can beat me//
cuz im sendin missels n this battle towards him cuz he heat seek//
im a cannabul cuz im tearin u ta shreds so u can call this lyrical carnage//
im baging this nigga n throwin him into my win collum cuz hes pre writin garbage//
im spitin flames that send this kids rap NOTE BOOK in flames//
the only time this kid scores is in video games//
im grabin this boy wid one hand n tossin him like dice//
this kid couldnt add spice to his china n call it dirty rice//
slicein his armes n legs off n tell him hes nothin so he cant fight back//
ill roll him down the hill until he spots,bring him back up,n roll him right back//

hola