^HE'S RIGHT

you aint voilent, my dick could beat you & its longer than your record put together/
words with no action so you say you as violent as a snake claim your rhyme is slick..but its pure leather/
look you can’t match-me-lyrically cause Ill smack-you-literally leave your body floating in water like the statue-of-liberty/
your world will end severed both your arms now you got no girl friend, you like a bulimic patient the way you hurl n bend/
like shirts with collars, your not allowed in you hood, ill wreck-you-good 'behead' your ass if you mess in this 'neck-of-the-woods'/
Violent is miserable, he has to pay for joy, i 'checked' his rhyme, its not worth a dime..im a teller to make it void/
chop you like loin..you couldn’t touch my text even if you were my paper-boy/