You can trust I'm hatin', ya couldn't "hold" a chance in hell if ya "clutched" on Satan//
Can hold ya own??Herb you just mistaken, cuz like movement being stolen, action must be taken//
Yo Gchand, I'm shootin' ya down kid, like gunnin' the south//
And it's like "ya put ur lips on a treadmill" the way this kid's runnin' his mouth!!//
Battlin' me, you got "poor" judgement like I "dropped the wage", ya need to stop the rage//
Cuz you could throw stones at a platform and still not "Rock tha Stage"//
My lyrics draw glares, cuz like"Duke Basketball" fans always gotta "stop an see"//(stop NC)
Gchand coming prewritten cuz he could let a musical not fall and still not "drop a key"//(keystyle)
I'm treating ya worse, deceivin' with curse//
Gchand I'd make you eat ur own words, but it's probably not even ur verse!!!//
Pick up a Mic, this kid's out of luck when I blaze, lighting "Jackson on fire" is the only way he'd have a mic (mike) blazin'//
This kid's "lost" in this battle as if he's Stuck "in a maze", cuz rearrangin' my lyrics is the only way he'd be "a-maze-in'"//

(Last line: rearrange in a maze to get a-maze-in(amazing) just clarifying that up)