I aim with flames, while you barely "scorched this"//
Voters can't "picture" me losing, they get "illusions" of your "portrait//

I'm slappin this hoe with blows causing damaging hits//
Make him "kick a bucket" like when a janitor trips//

I'll breath on X a debree of lyrics....//
Till his body's like a drunk's pumped stomach-free of spirit//

We playing dykes while X hoping to get his name in lights//
But we all know he "pre-writes", like ancient times//

I'll murder you now, name-the-spot cuz i easily manipulate ill-legal like racist cops//
You have the fakest-drops and you get ate-a-lot so dining on your verse will be the only time I taste a loss//

I hope after I merk this kid he'll learn his lesson....//
Hmmm....that smell....is it Herbal Essence??//