Imma sick-ripper…and I spit-sicker…than the H.I.V virus…
You can keep elevating..but like a hill…your not the highest…
This bitch is just-spatting…she has no luck-rapping...get her a towel
To soak up her spit..and like the “hit” you just made..it went foul…
Going against me..isnt smart…cause ill give ya your first “L”..
And like a apple falling from a tree…your rhymes just fell…
You not spittin-ya-choke-rook..cut ya neck, slit-witta-slow-hook…
You coming into this battle with confidence?..ill crush it-with-a-note-book..
You’re the type to stay-in-diapers..and stray-from-cyphers..
Im sooo good..even the mute kids..say-im-nicer….