Look at this bitch throwin' stones, only way he could rock a mic,
All you're doin is holdin' me up, like a fat man on a group hike/
It's like I'm experiencing death, 'cause I already seen the light,
just crown me king now, 'cause this bitch already lost the fight/
Ur verse was filler-no killer-u aint got what it takes to be a spiller,
the FAKE mc is gettin hit wit' a thriller, now tell this fag who's iller/
I don't even have to write rhymes to end this guy's battle lines,
he's faker than them promises wrote on marketing billboard signs/
This fucker could be an artist but couldn't paint a clear picture,
wit' lines so old and unread, they were copped from a bible scripture/