U know I look at ur stats and see ur 11-3
This cat thinks hes good but he hasn’t faced me
Mystical, generical, and bisexual all is the way of ur mind
U mess wit this vet I’ll leave ya behind
I dominate betta than fuckin Derek jeta
Since my verses r cold I’ll even it up wit my heata
Put one through ur temple and another through ur chest
If I had enough bullets all ur dickryders would b at rest
Even if u were high u could never b ‘up top’
ur bodys looking pitiful cuz as I spit, ur ass drops