iight good luck Brooklyn..i mean of course damn u won't need it but good luck still..and If you don't get da wordplay or vocab don't vote


im attackin with verbal punches that contact ya brains ransack ya veins till nothing of this wise cracka remains attract pains cuz your flows wouldn't throw minds off course if they were sittin on amtrack trains//

my lyrics stay perfectable like you was hollow man ya skills are undetectable ya punches are defectable while you get ripped by more kids than stuffed batman collectibles//

Your punches are as painless like detached vertebras lets do it your way put quotations around garbage and lets call it wordplay//

I’m droppin first cuz im prepared to fight my rhymes will glare ya sight and how you gonna be a giant on rb when your scared of heights???//

I’m spittin death wishes the way brook hopes to die I’ll dust this guy with luck he'll fry cuz this niggas skills is stripped so ima rock ya body to leave this cat justified //

Brook killing me? Like fat kids I’m known to blast many-a-turd Seriously why am I even facing dis herb?…against me brooklyn couldnt save his life even if his autobiography was written in word//

this cat stay with old concepts still thinkin he dope but it's just a slap in my eye my skills stay passin this guy cuz im drivin brook down da road to shame in the passengers side//

brooklyn’s unlucky cuz he gotta battle this vet come on son stop frontin we know that this coward is soft the only time you kill the mic is when you turned the power off//

ima remain the hottest femcee cuz i always spit fire while ya spits always fail to spark it breaks my heart cuz my punches is hittin you close to home so sorry they might rock your trailor park//