iight bitch here u go i got writers block so it aint my best


I make ya flesh~get~hot, ya deathbed brought, have u swallow kryptonite, i’m havin ya breath~set~”locked-

Ya test~gets~shot, like sexing metal, ya vest’s~left~rocked, Legos are ill, it’s no wonder ya don’t rep~the~block-


Wit crunches flippin bling, dis kids eatin shit? Only if lunches~is~his~thing, “gloved hands at weddings” he still lackin “punches in the ring”-

kid relates to me like dunces~kissin~kings, Says he’s the devil i say ain’t one~sin~in~ya~ink…-


Ima verse~ya~face, ur not the “king” of rap, u a nurse~ya~aid, like fast female possessives I leave ya her’sed~with~pace-

Curse~ya~name, RBs mc's are fallin off? im the first~ta~blame, beatin me’s quite the “undertakin”… suppose ya words~are~slain-

dis kid's laying~wack, worthless verse is saying~jack, i got no beef, but this homo’s sayin I’m not ill so i’m just hating~back -

Spraying~gats, respect is currency, to me kids paying~tax, title’s an encyclopedia: saint vs milli -lol im just stating~facts! -

you happy now bitch