Your keyed shit was a waste of time, I don't even see why you tryed-to-post-it//
To be honest, you call me burnt, but your verse was kinda-toasted//
Your lines are more played out, than punches dealing with Kent Clark//
You ain't got no bite, so I guess like *trees*, your composed of all *bark*//
You shouldn't bank on this battle, you'll find your fame-far//
You ain't up to par, hell you said blown twice in the same-bar//
Match your shit, I don't try to keep up with feces, I exceed-it//
I'll spit bullet styled lyrics out my teeth, and blow your weak ass to peices//
Compared to me your labeled Bulemic, A scrawny fuck who can't cut-it//
Me the sleezy ho? Ask ya gurl, it's her who's being slutted//
Your FULL of herbs, shit it's even mainly in your lawns-crop//
Your rhymes are so fucking cheap, I seen 'em for sale in Pawn Shops!//
Condom King? lol, I bet you swallow them whole when your in bed//
Then when you wake up, you fart 'em out, creating Balloons all over this thread//