take i toff the top nigga

here we go, ur loss its-just bout handed...
now take a breath, and try to-run u'r mouth in-the-atlantic...
u got no flow, that's been noticed-obviously...
dun't like stage critics, well i'ma rock-it-prop'erly...
stop-it-please, is wut u gonna ask-me too...
like settin up the battle, cuz u stupid ass-can't come through...(he didn't even kno how to set up one)
son-u've-been-chewed, up and spit out-motionless...
just think of that 7th grade final, cuz zeros-are the-votes-u'll-get...
i'm almost gonna stop, this beatin-is over dun...
it's not like u had a shot, betta off-to throw-u'r-guns...
grow-to-spun, but u culdn't get in my mind open...
fight-in-hoein, so when u cut my connection-wish that my-lines are-broken...

12 barsgoooo niggaaa