Trav's punches got no effect, like a blond hair kid usin sun in//
While Young's gunnin...i cant stop, he scared, even got his sentences runnin// (run on sentences)
He always limits lines ta nines, so he feel like he handle da heat//(nine lines-a nine)
I vandle da beef, call himself equipped so i dismantle dis geek//
And da way he shit outta luck, ya would think his diet consist of four leaf clovers//
It's ova...wont even stoop ta ya level, it's like a grizzly ta a goafer//
No ruler needed, da measures are drastik... dont get ya ass kicked//
Wit more stretch marks den elastic, recycled more den plastic//
Holdin back...infact...it's scared he seems, baring reems//
Beat me would need quotes...try "dare ta dream"//