You couldnt be refined if you were distilled for years,
Ya battle my mind while im the sum of all your fears.
Ya old and left behind forced out the game by ya pears,
As my spits hit you pussy... im-coaxing-your-tears.
Trying to check a mate holding condoms in ya pocket,
You couldnt elevate if you were strapped to a rocket.
If you were spitting time I would go back and stop it,
and if this game was ya business you aint making any profit.
Think about it man you got no blueprint designs,
You might aswell go for a black album and retire ya mind.
Even if you painted streets you'd have no decent lines,
and the only bars you see are the ones you are behind.
You've drained yaself like superman fighting kryptonite,
You got nothing left for me to hear ya skills taken flight.
Wrestling is what ya good at, on the floor with guys,
Like jeepers creepers ya head is empty cuz im looking through ya eyes.