Ok, let me show this kid Restricted that I’M Rated X,/
Cause I cum on you with 2 many words in my text,//
Never apologetic I’ll restrict your raps like kid punishment,/
Put you on timeout like your pops runnin shit, u son-a-bitch,//
Mind racked from word packs, body gonna twich,/
You could be a centipede but your words still can’t run an inch,//
I’m dug in tha trench underground wit words ta lynch,/
I’m cool as whip, I air condish a bitch when my words vent,//
Now you the bitch catchin back handed compliments,/
My nouns and consonants hit wit constant dents,//
To leave you’re week ass wrapped, “Restricted” from spitten nonsense,/
Your off sense, I’m on sentence spitten, you catchin an “L” is the consequence,//
I’ll take my first win on this site birthin,/
Ironic, i’m cuttin’ Restricted’s chords when I’m versin,//
Real freestyle I’m not rehearsin just spittin the naked truth,/
He’s on that pre-written drama dress rehearsal, let’s get a slouth,//
Restricted, I’ll leave you with your sixth loss,… get some sense,/
Your losses creepin on your wins equals a lack a confidence,//
Who’s goin win this battle? Me nigga,…. not you,/
This is like Mr. Green in the Ballroom with a rope….get a clue..//