My punches scarrin ya, and i know dis battle gonna leave a mark//
You could highlight ya whole verse but i'd leave ya in da dark//
My werds poppin at ya, like 3d illusions, wuts all da confusion//
Ima take da blame fo ya death...no need fo accusin//
My flows explosive, repulsive cuz i'll beat u till ur domes corroded//
Check da notion, ur words couldn't kill me even if it was murder who wrote it//
Dis bitch is from England and yet he's hatin on Philly//
Feed of ya verse? I dont like trash...dat would be silly//lol
Da point is skam...either way ya look at it...you da loser im da winner//
Im lax playin ball...he on da bench catchin splinters//