I dont gotta say shit to inform everyone that your a herb dude...
cause truth is that even underground rappers got dirt on you...
pound my fist into this kid, your record dont impress me bitch...
either you been fuckin wit newbies or the battle system had a glitch...
your lines never get bittin, even starving artists consider them scrap...
you aint producing heat, cause erybody knows a QB's never "Phat"...
ghoast known ta roast n toast this snyper, im jus that much slicker...
your useless, this guy couldnt 'build bars' if I provided him the liquor...
my punches you fear, when I approach you run for the clear...
and ‘run for your dear life’ like Bambi when hunters are near...