steady burnin fools like im diesel, most potent of fuels/
attackin wit my words not like none of these birds flippin herbs to the curb/
see me smiling n get relieved i let u off the hook u can now proceed to breathe/
gettin deep, cant even comprehend the unbreakable lines i effortlessly mend/
im done playin, aint takin no shit.. HERBAL's a crayon shade pink for his inner bitch/
took 1 step too far, crossed that un-crossable line, now laying shaking and woozy thats how HERBAL'll now be defined/
yo style is played, worn out and rusty, used up like jeans frayed, off in left field w/ lyrics that cant even touch me/
im that popular kid in class you smile upon my face, underneath it youd give anything for 1 second to be in my place/
writing your rhymes, 2pac in back o the mind "ALL EYEZ ON ME" hed be shamed havin his pic reppin you on RB/
lyrical slaughtery has now been in effect, u just game to me, u been hunted, eaten, n im starting to digest/
my fourth win n imma take it w/ pride, it aint everyday a self proclaimed "HERB" (HERBAL) gets ripped apart starting from the inside/
its all love tho... like pac maybe onday he'll revive