Ya skills got me ‘’fallin over laughin’’ like a ‘’comedy act on floors-that are-wet’’/
At war-wit-the-best this cat is getting put ‘’outa business’’ like a ‘’store-that’s-in-debt’’/
Ya skill level reminds me of the ‘’body fat percent of anorexics’’..its ‘’just-so-low’’/
I dust-old-foes u aint got a chance, don’t even waste 10 bars u should just-no-show/
All of your verses remind me of ‘’slope skiing’’ cuz they keep on ‘’going-down-hill’’/
Scared so ur throwin-down-pills cuz after this ya wont hold the flowin-crown-still/
You must rap to a crowd with ‘’A.D.D.’’ cuz nobody pays ‘’attention’’-when you-flow/
like the fear of a man feared of chickens..this guy is dead becuz of a 'cock'/
permanet virgin..havin a 'flinstone' doll on ya matress is only time ur 'bed-rocks'/
Ya spit like a ‘’retard’’ man, your number 1 fans are part of the ‘’convention-of the-slow’’/ You need alotta ‘’luck’’ dawg so I’m imagining that’s why you tend to ‘’write on clovers’’/
U ‘’live for internet rapping’’ and u just got beat so I guess that means your ‘’life is OVER’’/