Pot1ent.. Remember Last Time? You Cant Finish What You Start..
Got Heart? Remember When I Merked You.. Yeah Well Were Already At That Part..
30 Minutes? He's Timin-His-Spit.. Rap Lost Him..Aint No One Findin-This-Bitch..
Yeah I'm Rhymin-A-Bit.. But He's Like A Lost Count.. I Dont Have Time-For-This-Shit..
His Losses Double the ~Speed~ Than My Grandfathers Speedometer..
Closest He Ever Got To Beatin Me In This ~League~ .. Was Stabbing His Monitor...
With His Clip-Gone.. He Picked A Newb To Rip-On..
He's Picked-Wrong.. Cuz In Chats.. Its Him Who's Usually Picked-On..
He Came Into This Willingly.. Look At His Shit.. Battle? Closer To A Sililoquie.. (type of poem)
He's A Villian See.. Just Like Em' All, He States.. "He Just Merked Me.. Didn't-He ?"..