"LETS HEAT SHIT UP"
I crash through the entrance, my talents Blazing//
You seek to match up to me, my wrath Inhaling//
Your reputation is a victim, for my word-of-mouth weapons//
Your rhymes are insignificant, as my Hip-Hop Talent Beckons//
Without launching my boundaries, IL bag you to the cross//
While observing my watch, Il extinguish you like a moth//
My course is undeniable, my vocab like pillars//
Unlike your commiserable words, My blows are the killaz//
So Give me your best shot Nigga, so we all don’t miss//
But before you bounce, Proceed to give your mother a goodbye kiss//

“LETS MAKE THIS PERSONAL”
From your dad finding you jacking off to his marriage home vid//
To him finding you at home licking round your toilet seat lid//
They knew you was a ass bandit from the day you was born//
Watching you play kinky games with your bro on the front lawn//
I can portrait you at home, Listening to Vanilla Ice//
This is gunna be your last engagement, you’ve already lost twice//
I don’t need a gun, I have my vobab established in my brain//
I’ll use it to pierce your windpipe, your flow is completely lame//
My lyrics are like platinum, My Punch lines bloodless then steel//
Your name is hilarious, Cov Kid? Nigga are you for real?//