I write my lyrics on my dick n hit-this-bitch wit victory like it was a majic wond,
Come on Cap-come...Cap-done, placed in my hat wit 1 tap n Caps-gone,
I'm the victorious one, If you were winning it would be an opic-illusion,
Blowin you up wit my punches... like i was pumpin air into Infusions,
It must be the dog-in-me that this fresh meat got me lickin my chops,
I detected it wit my sences n attack your presents like i was a K-9 fo the cops,
Blazed-up... ya nigga i'm feelin a little more higher than you,
Your comin down...feelin shitty n singin them ol' country blues,
This is what he was afraid of...him not being able to feed off my verse,
Doesn't matter if i went 1st... we'll see who's quickest to lie in the dirt