Write ya' bull-shit text, I got reflexes that injects hexes//
No protection from the front-line section//
Cancel you out like your high-school rejections//
Dismnatle you and your out, to take the route of less-infections//
'New to RB' is what I'm guessin', 'A veteran MC' is the wrong statement, This niggah will never be a vet, even if he was one of RB's cave-men//
Un-experienced and yet this niggah still wants to spar me, you cant harm me, this niggah is crazy if he thinks I'll take this loss towards 'Barny'// (Barny beings him)
An MC? Couldn't phase me if he got lucky and hit me, I spit lyrical mysery, He couldn't be good if his brain cells consisted of me//
His words are like a mystery, an un-solved 'problem' deleted from RB's 'Search' history//
I'll lyrically bomb ya' ass unexpectedly as if we were battlin' in Pear harbor, Droppin' vocal bombz as if it was an Opera//
To get your mind off of jokes, battling me? Sorry, but this aint cops and robbers//
I'm stoppin' ya lines, as if I was a stop sign, I plot ya' death-time//
Request denied to stay alive, look down, ya' just stomped on a timed-mine//
You call that shit punches? but they seem bent out of line//