I'll punch ur Puny Brain till ur "Thoughts Derange"*
All i gott do is, "Cock my Tec at the Comp,To be at "PointBlank Range"/
Even If u "Trained wit Tiger Woods", u still couldnt get ur "Game Up to Par"*
Nobody reads ya verse, "Cause Its to Far to Pay a Taxi to get at the End of ya Bars"/
like 'phone sex' he's takin deep breathe, my 'worse' can out muscle his best!
in a game a 'chess' i drag queens, jus sampling from the way u dress
your throwing punches, but like 'air' theres really nothin to catch..
bitch, i melt u like candle wax, no flame cuzz im 'reigning' out your match
You think you're up to the test? There's no way, you're touchin' this vet.
I come wit thunderous text, you need dashes, just to make ya punches connect..
A Bloodthirsty demon. Fangs puncture ya chest, just to put mah hunger to rest.
U're whack at ur best , I'll spit a Hot bullet track just too put you too a longer rest then u had expect...