This kat in a attempt to be hard, sucked then ate his boy-friends meat (dick)//
All because in his schooling he got taught, you are what you eat//
My punches come from all directions, like a mirror when it shatters//
Only way you elevating is if your skills depended on a game of snakes and ladders//
Your punches are like azn people's height the way they fall short evey time//
Not even Jesus could turn your wackness into a dope rhyme//*
This cat going against me and thinking he can win, must be X-He-On//
He dribbles into a cup of whiskey then drinks it, jus' so his spits can be strong//
This herb shows his wins, thinking that it might make him look more iller and elite//
The way i fire punches, and hit so dis-creet, you so cold, i'm meltin you with heat//

Gettin Serious

I merk emcees with pre-cission, this battle ain't no split decision, im a take your head off like a cercumsision ::::
I'm a have you invaded like your ass was in prison, my punches aren't jus hitin, they makin an incision, blurring up your vision//

I'm a get your mind bleeding, if you attempt any feeding, like your pops hair line, your life is receding ::::
I've got you shook like stuter's reading, this game theres no cheating, jus' me merking and defeating//

*Jesus turned water into wine ( int he bible )


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