No poems has come out of my mouth ever,
You just gettin intimidated that my rhymes are gettin clever,
And more complex, now i got the advantage,
You shouldve never batlled someone you cant manage,
You little punk mommas boy, you wish you had your momma now,
Your searching the crowd, but theres no moms voting aloud,
So you better back off now, and go back to your cloud,
Sit down, and get piece of paper and pen,
And talk about the situations IVE been in,
And never again will you see codie_james187 battlin...