I’ll leave ya scarred when 'chargin' you 'like a swiped Visa Card'
Discard a winning attitude as blows hit you hard n split ya guard//
The swiftest bard...like 'bad reception' I'm known to cause 'static' son
Have you dissapearing like the way magic's done...the end to youngherc1//
'Waste you' like you was plastered son...face it...its over your dead
Rhymes soaring over your head...should have sent a scholar instead//
You fucking suck...it runs 'in the family' like you was born 'inbread'
Couldn’t survive...in-fact ya couldn’t jam with peanut-butter and bread//
Hes losin weigh like missy,
he bleeds & clots instantly, nothin'flow on this G//
If this what you like doing, I suggest finding another fucking hobby
You 'couldn’t drop' a rhyme cause you 'standing in the fucking lobby'//