this kid may be street, but he's got nothing for skillz, hes facing defeat, wit his face in the street, im bein for real,
stick my gat in your face, and leave you less with teeth, so you have to drink your mealz, leavin you like a bananna,
leavin your verse peeled, feelin tha wrath of my instant killz, cuz your verse is like a poptart, comin fully filled,//

i could kill four of your verses wit my first three lines, im so insane i could kill you with a wiffle bat two times,
and tha number one reason Your career i done, cuz your verse aint shit, you should just Run, this battle was easy i did it for fun, now pain to punishment, see my gun, it's leavin your life undone...



only 5 but first 3 killed him