your flows are moldin' mine are golden, I beleive that's my trophy your holdin
your rb record is like a peice of paper I'm foldin, my words find the perfect place in your head to put the hole in
I was gonna take it a little easier but I wouldn't spare you if we were bowlin
simile is already a gonner, a win against him brings no honor, he can't compete against this lyrical monster
I smoke weed and ponder how my lyrics keep growin stronger,
jump in this battle and conquer
I'm on a quest to stop this pest who's poorly dressed as a guessed in my battle arena gettin messed
what contest? he's a loser all stressed over a 10 line battle gettin man handled goin into arrest
where'd you get your style from a 2 day flow seminar retard you better stay on guard
even if this was a one line battle he'd still be sayin it's too hard, I get fools brains jarred
I cut you up like your wood in a lumber yard, now I'm leavin you in your slumber scarred