Like this battle, even if you was in a "brothel" you couldn't "score"/
But just like a "soft apple" your raps aint never been "Hard" "Core"/
All of your verses remind me of ‘’slope skiing’’ cuz they keep on ‘’going-down-hill’’/
Scared so ur throwin-down-pills cuz after this ya wont hold the flowin-crown-still/
You must rap to a crowd with ‘’A.D.D.’’ cuz nobody pays ‘’attention’’-when you-flow/
Ya spit like a ‘’retard’’ man, your number 1 fans are part of the ‘’convention-of the-slow’’/
You couldn't be in a "good position" if you were in a "sixty-nine"/
"Goin fishin" and "catchin" is the only way you'd have a "tight line"/