Servin the Kings Of Everything, and the kings be the warlords//
him vs me is like dodge vs fords, knives vs swords//
This boy couldnt "spit shit" if he had R Kellys appetite//
bitch stop tryin to fight, the loss is yours now just get on with yo life//
the only way your verse gets response is by spellin yo name alphabetically // (E.K.O.S=echoes)
your verse is full of played out rhymes equivalent to those of shits creek //
the "top ten" wouldnt come outta your mouth if you was "AJ and Free" //
S.K.O.E. is bout to hand me, my V.I.C.-T.O.R.E.E., see me climb the league tree //
he cant "spit sweet" cuz hes "low" in the charts like "fake sugar"//(sweet&low=immitation sugar, sweet&low is bad for you hence low in the food charts)
"He knows crabs" like Joe, thats why hes "itchin" for a shot from my lyrical lugar // (lugar=german pistol)
my verse just left him lost like a blind kid in the mall//
you must be dislexic the way you took elevation to mean fall//


I think this kid is gonna noshow so this is just a keyed piece of bullshit just so i make the deadline. I am tired as fuck lol