six you could rhyme better than me even if you-were-high
the shit you spit made me want to commit suicide
that was so fly I'm suprised you didn't take off
what you threw was so rough it was kinda like a shake cough
not soft even when he's spittin two lines
even if its so little, its still too fine
you think I'm lying I'm not I'm prying
your rappin is so hot its like it was like fire twine