“WARM UP”
I’m gunna decrypt your bones with my word-of-mouth venom//
IL subtract your marrow, Then dispatch you off to Heaven//
My lyrics are like platinum, My Punch lines bloodless then steel//
Your name is hilarious, Dean? Nigga are you for real?//

“LETS KICK THIS SHIT”
I can portrait you at home, Listening to Vanilla Ice//
This is gunna be your last engagement, you’ve already lost twice//
I don’t need a gun, I have my vobab established in my brain//
I’ll use it to pierce your windpipe, your flow is completely lame//
I’m a death wish waiting to happen, you’re a dick remaining to be rid//
I’m a lyrical demon, Compared to me you’re just a fucking kid//
Your threat is distant, When it comes to losses your prone//
You’re a faggot, For challenging me at my untouched throne//
Il make this one the conclusion, Don’t hold your weight//
Why do you lose so Much? Don’t condemn it on fate//