i wRap around ya with swollen lines, you spit too much ass with ya colon rhymes//
i package guns foldin' nines, ya sour with lil juice flow like u was holdin' limes//
smokin' rights with spoken writes, Im above the board well u trying to touch the rim//
mouth full of foot like u munch on tims,the leg with no arms trying to punch with Libb//
i crunch ya limbs, this battle im bored with, i could easily win just with a chorus//
my hooks are horrid, Legacy u cant connect a hit if i was at the other end of ya cord bitch//
i'll blaze this like Portland, trying to become champ; im smackin ya quest bitch//
applause like im clappin ya best spit, u go unheard like u rappin' to deaf kids.. //(huh?, wut?)
u text shyt, i wreck this ripping u to pieces like u was paper confetti//
I got you wit nine lines and you think ya ready...............LOL