He's only cuts it with ill assets if ya had malignant joints amputated,
When the results come in for your gauf verse you'll be air-rated/(aerated)
Cuz you verses out-dated like single old people still dating,
He's cockin-up big time battlin ILL but punches ain't penertrating/
Your time on RB is braking, lack of muscle in your arms makes hands fall,
Like markets that sells text WordMetric punches are just stalled/
Just so he can be cruel(crawl) he gets on his hands and needs and moves,
He'll loose cuz his lyrcis are stuck in a rut...but he says he got the groove/

True/false is this guy loosing his style so then it's even,
Meant to have MetricWords...go on then spit herb then theyll Be-leavin/