I see a crackhed and a -lyricall waste, -no attack or ambition, no -spirit to chase//1
No Rappa -just'a serious disgrace, -ya flow lacks transition and theres -fear in ya face//2
Youz like a bad credit card cuz ya balance of rhymes is maxed out//3
1 Vote, u hadda get-it-hard, no offense but u must be climaxed, no doubt//4( d/r's )
Ya punches, are like most sewers, straight full'a shit//5
My Hunch is, You ain't a persuer, u wanna quit rap alredy? say u hate this bullshit?//
Then git ya life in focus and film it, and getta grip on ya skill there killah Before I kill it//7
Step in da door witta weapon but i hadda conceal it, so i shut my mouth so u couldn't steal it.....//(envious?)8
I'm mis-directing your punches hot, from branding spots//9
so wen i'm directly in your face you can't come close to landing shots//10
Wish i could live a Mod's life, suffice a days werk by Banning Pot//(herbs)11
Finish you wit rods of lgiht, despite tha daze i merk u in u 'commanding a flock?'//12