aight check it..

Strap on the life jacket, my spit cause you to drown/
Yo shit useless, tattered and torn, like shit in the lost and found/

You think your rough, untouchable, all hot shit/
Nah you jus a burnin piece of shit, from the heat of my spit/

I can make you famous and known/
Not only for all the dicks you blown/
Put you on the news, as the easiest merking in history/
Holes in your body from my fury, this battle make the biggest vets eerie/

My rhymes infiltrate, at a force of a freight train, ready to decimate/
You start to run, desperate, before battling me you need to elevate, a 5-0 win, time to celebrate/

kinda weak, spit..