u put out a challange n i accept,n u disrespet me wid pre "writin"//
tell ur grama ta make u gloves cuz the fire im "spitin" is allready brunt threw ur "mittens"//
scoldin "hot" , add water in ta tha equation n im boiling "hot"//
like sub zero ill freze u so when ur swingin wid lame punches i got the abilty ta make em "Stop"//
wha kinda rapper battles n throws out prewritins n tells everyone "i had them in stock"//
whas poison "serum",i rattle the grounds wid punches that hit 5 on the ricter scale so he nows when im close "near ' em"//
ur livin it up in south side cali,if i voted for u people wouldnt even throw out the monkey for a "rali"//
i grab ur punches n halt them in mid air,and "twist" ur "wrist"//
ur prewritens dont got any persoinals so all there doin is "Swing n Miss"//
if u were a realy rapper id accept them pre writin "tracks"//
hands of god hitin u ull be thinkin im a ciropracter the way ill straight u "back"//
like colestaral im in ur viens n all ill do is "clog",smack u around this site thas why they call me "THE HANDS OF GOD"//