this kid should put his 'lines' to some good use...
try tying em around ya neck boy and making a 'noose'...
you should be 'hanged' in the 'gallows' for your lyrical abuse...
like the salem 'witch hunt' this battle is your 'crucible'...
your standin' trial while i'm headin' the 'prosecution'...
If found 'guilty' for your lyrical 'felonies' you'll face 'execution'...
your flow is like the arctic sea in the winter...its frozen...
you should have thought clearly about your structure, whats wit this shit u've chosen?...
your wordplay like parkinson's disease is shaky...
quivering more than the pope, michael J. fox and muhhamed ali...
as if you'd just been humped by a 40' foot palm tree ...
that 'wooden' 'pole postion'ed up ya ass will not help you win this rapbattlin' grand prix!...
take a 'pit stop' your leakin' oil...my bad its just ya pants.... they're 'soiled'...
you need a nappy boy coz ya shittin' in ya briefs... they're fuckin' spoiled ...
you ain't no aftershock your lyrical volume is too low...
you should be re-named to alco-pops they are weak just like your flow...
your dicks so small, after sex ya girl has a takeaway an' she still ain't full...
she was hopin' for a chinese banquet but she got a spring roll...
greasy, small, outta date...and you know am not talkin' about her food...
you nail her but ya bitch comes to me to get properly screwed...