eerrr in rules we meant 10-20 linese not bars

There no need to type your verse, your ass has just been merked beyond belief, only chance you ever had was to ‘bite’ me like a thief / 1

You’re the 47th mutha fucka, and you think I ever care? Shit if you were 50 ya still couldn’t gimme a scare, cuz our skills still wouldn’t compare / 2

You ain’t even spit and you still “smell of daFEET” , from your head to your toes, you are so fuckin bad youd get beat by your own excrete[b] / 3 (Shit)

Fuck 10 bars I can murder you in less than ten [b]lines, Cuz any bitch tryna fight me will keep my rings on their jaw imprinting designs / 4

Screw just getting the victory, im leavin this homeboy life-less, nothin short of death, my flows are like poisonous gases, the way their takin’ away your breath / 5

Im probably wasting my time because I doubt you’ll even show, You can’t perform on my plateau, your punches will always be one step below /6