Bitch nigga i'm quick to attack,
i throw dem bullets so call me a quarterback,
so u can be da wide receiver and catch it,
and when it hit u i bet u be effected,
rap battles i don't sweat it,
i leave coward ass niggas like u,
sick like THE FLU,
when i'm done wit' u the docters gone have to stich u up like a sewing kit,
i eat yo rhymes up fo lunch and sick u like i'm a pit,
admit it i merked u
u da fruit so go lay in da basket,
it's gone be like dead people that lay in da caskets,
i kill yo niggas and wrap em' up in plastic,
and throw em' in da dumpster,
i'm merking u plus detroit youngster,
u worthless u shouldn't never had birth,
when u go against me best believe yo ass get merked