This kids such a poser, his reccords a fuckin fake//(he should have no wins)
I leave you down folded over,wit your only career at stake//
I’ll persecute with Dynamik scriptures to leave this fake vet deminished from Sin//
How you gon’ gamble with your life when you make bets you cant even win//
I hate to say it, but there aint no cure for wackness//
Ur punches are like a dictionary without words, all fact-less//
dont hate muthafucka cuz i lay ill shit thats blister-in//
i'll crumble u and ur raps up throw u on tha ground and get a ticket fo litter-in//
I hit you with 10 outa 12 shot's leave you with no chane not a second to blink//
in merisa steldofs words "you are the weakest link"//
You prob got no job stuck collectin welfair checks//
Man put this loser back in da cruisa and pass on who evers next//