Like your rhymes ur cheap & stupid headin for a choke,,,, makin you ‘Pay’ attention you keep telling me your broke

No helping, im beatin the needy with no repentance, Thought a ‘Con‘ wrote-ya-verse how you’ servin these long sentences’

Called D-Mecca7 but you have no prayer of winning, im hell bound cos mc killing is sinning

Rigging battles the only way avoiding an L, 1-4, no good at rap quit hangin’ around like a bad smell

Like the ‘Godfather’ im pullin all the strings, im pullin in the win, and I aint waiting for no fat lady to sing

Easily dodgin’ weak punches with matrix reflexes, beat u 2 hard , this faggot forgot what his sex is

U tried to elevate but ur still 10 floors below, as an artist… if I pumped u with steroids u wouldn’t grow

I found what your good at..the epitome of crap, when god made people u were in the defective batch

U battling just to get another loss in, no hopin’ fool I just hammered the last nail in ur coffin

Blah……don’t need more

wait for your verse now