Welcome to the Massacre The Fight is On///
Ur Punches?..." Swing n Stadiumz"...Mines "Strik-in Domes"//
U Fiesty Holmes....I Burn Ur Crib Wit Wifey Home//
I Like my Spot at the Top...Like u Have Sex...."Alone"////
My Throne...I Got it Sewn...Shoot Thru u wit the Chrome//
I Hit ya in the Eye wit "Ur Phone"...and tell u "Watch ur Tone"//
U A Text Mc...Cant Spit............ and ur Formats Trash...//
U Suck Dick...and i "Senior"(seen ya) Like "Ken Griffeys Dad"//
U Gettin "Tore in Half" like a "Movie Ticket"//
My Raps?...Leave u "Confused" like a "Liberal Bigot"//
U Nothing but a Mimic...Remember At the Old Ms?//
U Was Never Top 10...Or Mentioned Wit who Flowed the Best//
How Bold Ur Rep?....Listen...As ur Told Ur Death...//
I Cut ya Head Off...And "Bounce It"...Like a "Bogus Check"//
U Aint Hard....I Can Tell...Just How Ur Words Connect//
Being "Robb Devores Pallbearer"...U Wouldnt Hold a "Teck"...(r.i.p if thats true)//
DE$SKILL$ Da God Da Best....Disregard the Rest//
I lay ur Squad to Rest...before i Scar ur Flesh//
And Tell The Truth...Let Em Know...U Really Do Make Audios//
But Ur Tracks So Wack.. That .Soundclick Wont let U Upload//
Whatcha Know?....Gunz Blow...Like a nose Wit a Cold..//
When u Die...I'll take ur "Shoes"...Just to Piss on ur "Sole"//
U Aint Built for this Flow...So I brought it in Text//
.On some WNBA Shit..."I Got Neckz"...//.
And Now u Headless...Go head and "Spit"...that shit u Dont "Spit"//
U aint a "Rapper" u a "Typer"...When u Gonna Prove me Dif?//
SEnd a mic to ur House...U can Take it as a Gift//
And Like Niggas "Liftin Weights" u bound to "Get Ripped"//
Im Down to Flip u ...Til your Ego Needs Help//
And Feed him his "Arms & Legs"...Till he Got a Reason to Be "Full of Himself"//