Only Because your a pussy

Only place u spittin is the sink, from the taste of my spicy skill/
Lookin like trick daddy, my “cold punches” leave you with an “icy grill”/

You gotta come with low-blows cos I keep a high guard/
my verbs give u erections before they kill you so I know you “die hard”/

Your style is fragile like glass and twice as see-through/
But that don’t make it any less nice to beat-you/

I wanted a challenge, but most ya lines-are-average/
Treach il leave u speechless like disabled that use sign-language/


No-one dares “step over me” like industrial chemical-spills/
Hypothetically-ill, I leave ya squad with outstanding medical bills/

Im runnin laps chasing a “rabbit”, don’t call me “dog”, call me “greyhound”/
Treach P shut the fuck up, and learn that RB is MY playground/