U an MC wit no skillz thinkin U cant be touched//but my barrells see U as a dime bitch and leave U fucked//dis is obsurd, U spittin shit like U chewin on turds//I flow steady wit poise//its like I got a beat in my voice//U whack and lackin skill//I spit shit so ill, it make U wanna slit ya wrists for real//say damn why did I come to da FrontLines and enter da battle field//