Rhymes'll murk you the minute you arrive, like SIDs=This ain't no nursery rhyme, why the fuck am I battling "Kidd"s?//

I gotta say, your rhymes "sour" and "squeezed" like fresh lemonade= You die today, "de-feet" you like FIFA stars kicking live grenades//

By~the~way, if you ever pass by~my~way, hide your face, and that's about all I will say//I don't play, biting rhymes be your forte, give your take, it's your bones my words will break//

Your record 1-3 is what i will make, for god's sake your so fake// Not having an abortion was your mom's worst mistake//

You feel it now, afraid of all of my maneuvers= "1-3 record" nightmare's reality like the movies of Freddy Kreuger//