I'm blasting on your rhymes like metal plates on microwaves….1
Your-shit's-so-weak, makes-dead-textcees roll over in their graves…..2
You're now my slave, I'll shut your rhyme before you can hit save…..3
Sit down, roll over, you're my bitch, I'll teach you to behave….4
Il Roast Bash-you-boast-the-most disastreous record I've seen….5
Don't worry, I'll beat you so bad, I'll wipe that record clean…..6
Go ahead, open up this pandera's box, you're gonna catch a curse….7
You'll only win this battle, if they judged us on who's worse….8
You're choking just by reading,Your lungs cave in and shrivel…9
My rhymes are so panoramic, your eyes don't dialate, they Swivel…10