Ya styles are paper thin, its easy to win cuz ya hits weak and couldt harm me.
I heard you collaboratin, cuz you stuck thinkin and ya foldin like orogami,
I heard you thick like old condoms you not slick like new trojans when you swalloin seamen.
Your lines leave salt tastes in ya mouf cuz this kid an odd one and his emotionless styles got no feelings.

I'll exacute ya mind theres no use in you tryin, cuz i'll snap you as easy as twigs,
But you old and passed by, your a fuckin fossilized, I find you on arcialocical digs.

Ive set death on ya back cuz you agreed to this rap, i'll leave you prayin for imancipation,
Your brought it on cuz ya wack you betta watch ya steps on the track,
The morgue be ya final destination.

I'll leave ya clacked, cold and cut, so shut the fuck up, with ya shit verse you should be discusted,
and im rippin you open moppin up your lossed blood devistated im leavin you gutted.....