Soldier couldn't match a spark, no brains an half the smarts, that's why he's gettin ripped apart
i told him he Didn't wanna start, he's usin more filler than a pop tart, only on at day, affraid of tha dark/2
this is aint gonna be nothing nice verbal impalement, slugs a cure any Element on this flow im on some "NFL" shyt
spend 500 and ill give u a "QUARTER BACK", holding down da LINE OF SCRIMAGE have ya team RUNNING BACK/4
im tossing long BOMBS, TROWING BULLETS at numbers philly da boy wonder, spit lighting supplying the heavens with thunder
spittin a battle wit me will probably gain u fame like one of those sports posters where u makin a bad face to refrain/6
cause like a barber i cut against the grain an dunked on ya neck now the whole world can see ur pain
like ur parents told u this is gonna hurt u worse than it will me, cause bein prolific is all i can be spit these words make me look obsence/8
you force line's, like a crack fiend search a carpet, soldier is dead, really you shouldn't start shit, with me, a mentally deranged rap artist,
that will leave your "head" "Brainless" and your body heartless, im smokin this kid, change ya name to "CARTON"(cigarettes)