Damn, man, yall all know I rhyme perfect//
So why yall gonna go and make me waste nine verses? //
Especially on rhis week kid, what’s a herbal? //
Knocked Out bitch, you’ll be KO’d dawg wit my verbals//
Oh gawd, your flow’s soft, don’t make me go off//
It’s like the Randy Ratio and this guys playing with no Moss//
No props get thrown in your direction you bitch//
You’re just waiting to be cut like a suicidal pessimists wrists//
I’ve perfected this shit, but yo I never will quit//
Your rhyme looks worse and worse with every sentence you spit//
I’m cleverly quick, cuz my intelligence is…//
Long enough to get lost when I’m going to the end of my wits//
I’ll post this early so you can save your rhymes//
You’ll see you’ll lose anyway, and then wont waste your time//
Now lemme take off, and proceed to break off//
Fuck a gangbang, I corner crews then rape squads//
I got the judges under my thumb like space bars//
u think hed learn from his first lost,that a vet at my magnitude spits LAced barz//