Aight listen,

This bitch that’s facing me, is asking for obsession with attention,
But coz his lines be throwing bitch slaps, his name don’t get a mention,
His hard punches be complimenting peeps, biggin them beyond doubt,
So my rockets compared with slaps, I’m knocking this faggot out,
His rhymes are so tedious, they don’t get feedback and they sleep(s),
This farmers been dozed out, coz this bitch sews what he reaps,
He thought wen he battled me, his flow would destroy my elevation,
But all I can see, is the eyes of a blindman and a spastics hesitation,
So answer this query, have ya really battled best to your ability,
Coz I must be numb to the fukin bone, coz I didn’t feel your hostility!!!!!