right off the bat- I’mma hit a homer like Bonds does//
with a pitch driven home with “Insight” like Honda’s//
leavin ya wig, in two- make that fo’ pieces//
you could never get the upper “hand” on this “pros-thesis”//
baz believe this- I’ve forgotten better rhymes than you jot down//
once I’m finished- to piss, this bitch’ll need to squat now//
Kool-aid in ya tank they should call ya sweet//
Leave ya homless with ya fighting over rotted meat//
Defeat will come swift as I shoot the gifted//
u shoulda expected this fuckin with lifted//

little rusty to the game but there u go ....i gotta question u got beef of did u just wanna battle when u called me out