My verse drops like gravity… it’s not right to defy it
Yeah you’re from the street; your dad’s your moms ‘client’
I’m defiant that you leave tracks of bullshit when ya walking
You’re showered with abuse coz I spit when I’m talking
Just like a forced abortion you’re dead on arrival
You’re David I’m Goliath… the end is different from the bible
I’ll slash your vitals and recitals with a knife for your lies
I’ll take a picture of RB and flash your life before your eyes
I’ll leave you paralysed and the entire fucking floor red
You’ll have to type your next verse with a poll from your forehead