Heltah gettin Buried n Slain 'n not even one person would feel u even if you spoke using Every Slang/
Ill Sever ya Brain n the only time u will be on the wall of legends, is when u Inherit MY Name//
My text will bless fourms, packin' more sting then a killa bee nest swarm, u cold hearted? well dress warm/
I carry heat that will leave Heltah 'passed out face down' like 'SAT Test forms//
What your missin is the big picture you must be stuck on premium cable/
Your a little kid how do you plan to eat me when you aint even eye level with the dinner table'//
I'd drop this prick, no one 'feels his punches', like 'sedated foster kids/
Heltah locks cocks for kicks, your flow is ight...but like sleepin on airplanes the REST is SHIT///