IIGHT DAWg
Shut the fuck UP!.... and battle the goD! ya rhymes feminine, resemble ya broad/(FAGIT)
no safehouse bitch.. spittin circular merkin directions abroad, rhymes comin down tumblin, humblin yall!Rumblin raw, my saliva could.,.....blunder ur jaws,(he is speechless)
come on now beatin me is not happenin, ur just my aprentice kid/
got u tryin to rhyme against me, but its like pissin in the wind, now im spittin 4 the win/
like i was a lyrical miracle, tyrinal syllables, tearin u,
dont duck, ur easily hittable/
(Style Switch)

Im rappin wit a monarchs thought process, ya hawk dick and talk nonsense, fuck deadin our beef, im keepin shit constant/
Im ponderin i stop pop and snap like modelin, then i let go/
rippin thru ur skin to enter the blood flow, im killin free agents like my name was neo/
This ass tearin, shoul TEACH U RESPECT, Cript left, when he seen me wreck the net/
i understand u too scared to spit first, its cuz u wanna take rapid bites/
i kicked u dick faggot pussy like u was a hermaphrodite/
Ur styles got me laughin right, like styles p from police u should take a massive flight, BITCH U AINT GOT APRENTICE's FUCKEN APETITE!! /