You couldn’t shine if you were polished, Ive ‘Master’ed the mic and like ‘Slave’ry your spit will be abolished,
You cant even try top this, Like a river in flood my excessive flow will leave you demolished//

Like a pizza you always being topped (topping), I must have gave a cow laxative cos of that 'bull'~shit you dropped,
My rhymes hit like electricity the way he got shocked, He put his wack rhymes in a safe so he could have ‘Shit’ locked//

He bites more than Dracula, Like making a model lose her balance you will be ‘ex~ Posed’
Im attacking~ya, get this bitch ‘worn out’ when my punches impact ya face and ‘erode’//

You got fellow Artists cutting off their ears like Van Gough when they hear your sound,
I look for your skill but it still aint found, you’re a paperboy that’s the only time you ‘droppin a round’//

Merk this bitch with haste and leave no trace, decapitate his head to degenerate his mental state
Punches makin dents in your face, your rhymes r more fake like getaway car plates//