Im easily~iller, ur verse is nothing but filler, im Merkin’ this ‘Herb’ like i was spittin’ weed killer//
Cos when I spit rhymes I split time, wit Ill lines leavin u riddled faster than bullets from nines//
When I spit a verse, guaranteed I come First, my flows always hot, but this homo loves to fill the ‘Number 2 slot’//(get that?)
Leavin~u~scarred my punches breakin~ur~guard, you could’nt hit for shit, I thought this Bitch was givin massage//
With punches you only spit in ur dreams, ill rupture your spleen, and penetrate through your cells corrupting ur Genes//
Dropped this weak Bitch, handin him 15-6, spittin sharp lines like needles cos my punches leave him in need of a stitch//
Take notes cos u jus got taught, I spray ur brains jus’ so u can share your thoughts’, imma Sentence (line/bar) you to death cos u tried to play in my court//
Its over, the dirt on ya casket has settled, stop the gat talk I beat u to death with an ‘L’, Ur walkmans the only way u feelin the ‘heavy metal’//
You haveminimal~flow like fat~congested~hearts, Not even jail prisoners r feelin ur ‘Bars’,damn im eatin these bars after tearin this rapper(wrapper) apart//