Ill hit-you from every angle..then spit-you out all mangled…
My rhymes hit you so hard…ya choke..ya just strangled..
Your rhymes are weak…like a baby trying to swing-a-rattle…
Talking shit on me??…fucka you don’t even bring-a-battle..
Bitch! Im the masta..coming at me, Ill verbally bash-ya..
And I will if I have-ta...get to close my rhymes will clap-ya..
You just a wack-bitch..that cant “back-shit”..unless ya fucking a fag-got..
You need to shut your mouth cause ya rhymes don’t flow, they just cause rack-it..
Don’t even open-ya-mouth…all do is have your lips flappen..
Im not jokin-around..Just leave, and for once people will be clappen..