winnin?...u wouldnt have a clue of if ya avy was ya photograph//
its true about writers block, matta fact only 1% of ya verse contained ya oral half//
all u spit is rocket science...on einsteins behalf u testin jus a stroke of genius//
ya verse rep irrelevance to the battle in crooked ways of motion, this fag even dreamed he scoped my penis//
ur a waste of thought, who knew y fagget ass was a disabled challenger//
i can tell ur PRE-pared, written ya verse post-poned like u miss labeled ya calendar//
i demolish what would be a Lost antique, this 'punchin bag' couldnt even 'sweat' Off Fatique//
Bitch ass appear in ya invisionz as a livin Prophecy, praise what knowledge? when u cant even get Props From me//