Watch as I invade your subliminal and force you to give up your-hopes-for-a-win/
Your best chance at beating me is to copy my verse and post-it-again/

No need to line the constellations to prophesize the outcome of this confrontation/
Cuz all he does is force his shit like his verse will be troubled with Constipation/

This herb will get smoked, Ima pass him the L (Loss) and I aint talkin bout blunts/
If this nigga threw random uppercuts he still couldn't come up with a punch/

Your spits-ain't-right-like-dicks-in-dykes like his anus his skills-ain't-tight/
Even if he was the Jackson's father this lame still couldn't whip (rip)-aMike (mic)/

Ill stab your medulla-oblongata-with-daggers and-splatter your brains to leave your thoughts to battle me-shattered/
If my verses were as shitty as yours...Id be more pissed than overactive bladders/

You throwing punches is like throwing midgets outta windows....they'll both come up short/
You thinkin of winning?? I'll have you decapitated and toss your head back to you.....now hold that thought//

holla