Punches Hit Hard Enough To Shake The Earth So My Verse Is Continental/
I'll Make You Pay For Brain Donations Just To Learn Fund-A-Mentals/
Like Passing Up A Chance To Steal, Battling Me Was A Miss-Take/
Scratch That D Off Your Name And Pray For Pork Because Your Life Is At Steak/
Your About To Hand-Over The Battle So Your Arms On Top Of Both Verses/
Like Consecutive Funerals This Kid Writes Rhymes And Always Re-Hearses/
To Win By A Margin I Don't Even Need To Write My Verse On Lined Paper/
All My Punches Fuck With Your Head So Consider Me A Mind-Raper/
Slap You With The American Flag So You Actually Feel Some Pride/
Your Looking To Get Schooled So No Wonder Your Always Dean-Eyed/