Look at this kids avy, he must be trippin-AC-Snatch-the only pussy-that gets cold in the winter...
u'r flow's been dismembered, like A tribe called quest-wut is it u can't spit fresh-then betta try halls-next...
all u do is fall in-text, we can see on u'r record-the closest u'r comin to a title-is dreamin of centers(kno wut i ming)
please u'r intent of beatin me, is a frail desire-fail and rehire-only destruction u see-is when i'm draggin u threw fire...
No aces at all, and i took out all jokers-it's true u date a blow up-that's why she falls when i poke-her...(blow up doll..ahha)
throw-her down the stairs, and watch her pop-or not-like it says you can't touch it-but i'll let u block my snot...
rock the spot, like drinkin 7up on granite-i didn't plan it-the underdog in this battle-but i'm bouta can-it...
Turn it over, and make AC look dumb-u culdn't be hot shit-and's too lazy-to cook dung...
so just look-from, the window u call home-behind the bars in prison-and think of soap-scrub foam...

outzzzzz