Potent!? You better sit and learn whenever I rip your verse,
Then leave your eyes full of more red and grey than your signature.
I came to battle, equipped with stones to rock your mind,
And I'm putting more shots in ya face than Fifty and Pac combined.
I mustn't lie, your verse has no punches, it was just random words,
Yet I'm a skinny fuck, and I'm STILL holding more weight than your verse.
But I'm a dickhead too, as I love getting people pissed off with me,
Whereas you're a dickhead aswell........................... literally.
I'm gonig to bury you alive, and leave you scared in a coffin,
Your skill is half of mine, like your wins compared to your losses.
That's kind of funny, so I'm going to say what I need to,
If you think you're dope.. so are the 24 people who beat you.
Matter of fact, make that 25, cause I'm leaving you rocked,
And it doesn't even take an idiot to know how to smoke POT.
Fuck it, here comes the sixteenth line of this worthless rhyme,
But I'm gonna go write for King of Theives, at least he's worth my time.



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