BombZ cudnt buy a vote if he stuck a gun to ya throat//
anxious for blazing you, quick cuz ya games a hoax//
you’ll never win… this veteran’s vicious merkin is delicious//
ya teams coming apart at the seams like tearin stitches//
preparin sick shit to flip on you dip shits that think u sik//
Vet mc is to sick scripts… as a piece is to clips bitch//
always unloading, foreboding to the fullest//
that dis cat an his verse will be sweating bullets//
but I aint gotta pack steal… that’s fa rill//
Bombz getin weak in the knees when I flash the skill//
this Sav is ill… you’ll loose against him//
cause whenever there’s a bone to pick, I’m sick like rheumatism/
you can’t touch this… so ya better give a fuck quick//
when I bust this… I’m goin all out like ya luck is//
my language grips… to entertain the masses//
you’re a lame that spits shit that’s plain wackness//
never blast shit, cause you aint filled with villainy//
and this outcomes no doubt son… so the suspense aint even killin me//
ya know im ya hero bombz be 4 real//
in the Gravity of this situation… you’ll get ya weak flow revealed//