This boy saying he's ill is like comparin niagra to water fountains/ His flo's like a class D horror flick on Mystery Science Theater 3000/
Good for a few laughs.. but they ain't laughin with you/
They're laughin at the fact that your OWN ass just kicked you/
Your own verse is the worst punch I could throw/
I could say your elevating.. but it's more like... "LOOK OUT BELOW!"/
This match? it ain't the only thing your throwin/
Your lips? and this win? They're the two things I'm sewing! /
Man I throw words that leave you verbally tossed/
Don't bother checking the milk carton, he's eternally lost/
Like a broken pencil, this kid is missin the point/
So green i mistook him for my weed, now he's in my joint./
I really don't need a finish, but just for kicks/
Get ya hands from ya dick to the keyboard and fuckin spit/