aight kid
LOOK.....

you got stage fright, cause you duck 4 cover thinkin i blast when i turn on the
stage lights//
"IM COCKY" and you "STUCK UP" in a cage fight//im "ROCKY" so don't block the "UPPER",
cause chests get "CUT" with my blades slice//

blood is se-ri-ous, kid you must be cu-ri-ous//cause this kat is dead like it met a pit
that's furious//
niggas clap when they hear-me-bust, takin dirt naps cause you die just (diejest) my
punches leave tangled-guts//

eat all my "PUNCHES" like my "FIST" is on ya dinner plate//get ya inners ate, like a
starving model i give ya life a *thinner* fate//
u sweet like kit-kats so i stay straped to crack ya back to give u a break//

ya style old like 80's half fades and hicks, straight moses staff blades to part ya
waves and shit//u couldn't ride my flow with ships, the only "HIGH" dope u can get
close to at ya age is...INHALING VICKS....//

my written scripts httin strict like mothers lookin for "GRIMEY KIDS" when street
lights on//
i spit venom like pythons, yall "KIDS" soft voice with no base like the mics gone!!!!!