yo you cant cant grasp tha concept of lows
not on task wit ya rhyme yet frankly you blow

Spittin gas ppl wanna hold they nose
Im written hash ppl think gold of my flows

Focus on quittin explosive punches stay hittin
Expose this kitten for his atrosious gAy writtens

Blitzin you leavin you crimson dood
i'm grim some, rude even on a interlude, you would get bood

Triple threat like a brood ya rhyme is simple yet misconstrued
you eatin dicks for food hink u fresh well dont mine me while i rinkle you dood

wen i think of you i think of a fool, drinkin your stool
spittin nasty shit even wen u write in full

who u fightin bull? ya punches missed me by a mile, yea it was full
u writin tool hit wit wrenches cuz u diss your own style its cruel

so fuck this duel, u winnin is like me gettin drunk on Odeul's(non alchy beer)
trucked this fool, spinnin wut he's regrettin his record sunk in ma ocean flow like jewels