Ya raps are fake face em facts, they got more plastic den jacksons skin//
i plaster dis cat when he cant pay up da payments,cuz times are drasstic cuz u aint never goina win//
dis newb comes out from da closet thinkin he can cumphat but his games silly//
iill speak da truth ,my flows are pure then water out da foset, u cudnt cum if u jacked of to free willy//
da wak rhymes cant mtach this im authorin flames like a book of matches//
say ya last wish..u gunna get ya first loss when i started blastin my lyrical clips//
ya rhymes are best friens wit da garbage basket u dumb bitch//
u spits are plain wackness, an u still think u got a chance at a win//
dats crap bitch ya skillz aint ever shiftin first glance at my verse got u wishin//
i blaze herbs an smoke em when they duk,leavin em wit red stains on there shirt//
amazed by my words this newb wish he neevr showedbecuz of my verse//
This cat lyrically gets smacked, when he trys to attack a vet dats better den a blak carsonjet//
I no da truth ya verse was a prewitten from da last site u spit ya text//
my spits are cursed wit pure purfection aimin at ya head//
this shit it equipped sent in ya direction makin this new newb dead//
lyin in red blood,in da cold cuz he received head slugs frontin to be a thug //
but his rhymes were to old,only way u beatin me is wit rhmyes of mine//
an used punches that i desighned to intertwine for another number increase on the rite////