Wut ya self kid,im decling all ya health u comin up killed//
The fact remains u remind me of myself when i wasnt this ILL//
catch a lyrical dome shot wen u attempt established emcee from da streets//
born to speak witout uzin nines ,lashin out at text cats in my battlyn prime//
get ya head lynched kid,an leave it in da laps of the rb voters//
u still wishin u cud edit ya verse cuz u saw me come 5 times doper//
U cudnt drop out boms if u was husane,still tryna blow-up//
Im more insane then sudam,first site at my verse got u wishin u didnt show-up//
this herb only battlen kids in his country cuz tey all get slapped bitch//
but yours compared to the rest isnt even close to wackness//
Only votes u recievein is by sukin dat dik an startin that vote rydin//
this Kid thinks he spill crazy Cuz hes from the insane isylum//