i only have a limited amount of time to drop this line, but i'll explode wit my lyrical carbonation like lemon-lime/ (sprite)
cause you shook the can and "amp"lified my rage, cause i closed this book on you already, no need to turn the page/
my rhymes flow smoother, and my vocab is off the charts, you spittin' rhymes out your ass,giving me some mind farts/
cause that's all they seem to be, which is some garbage, my lines will tear up your ears, eat away at your cartilage/
here's an example, when you mentioned that bit on mashed potatoes, my flashing bulbs of knowledge will have your mind leaking from your fucking nose/
but we all grow, maybe your lines will mature, until then bow to your master until your verbal puberty, does occur/
so now there's another, lyrical assassin on your ass, my lines are on point, my hits direct, making your brain malfunction and crash/
if beating me is as simple as chomping on some bubble gum, then why you sweating my rhymes, saliva dribbling, looking dumb/
i leave no crumbs, it's time to clean up the plate, got you jacking off to my rhymes, till the doctor says "amp"utate/
you calling me a bubble, when i just got your verses "POPPED", your an embarrassment to us at RB, this obstruction needs to be stopped/
you got fretman voting on this shit before i even SPIT, so i'mma call him out and tell him to get off your DICK/
i may have taken a long time, but i still got you caught in this "bad lyric genocide", and on another note tell CRACKILLS that to the rules he needs to abide/
stop interfering with the stride, ruining the flow, i go for the brain killing your confidence real slow/
i'm sorry for the delay, but now you see what i'm about, so let me put it to you straight, you just got KNOCKED the FUCK OUT/