Deceit 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 you deceit, you so cold, i'm meltin you with heat//