I burn your mommas pussy coz I boast balls of flame
And like a white picket fence... your posts are all the same
Your gun has no effect… that’s why people fear me
I’m like a bag of salt; your slugs won’t come near me
You’re dreary; your rhymes have no meat like salads
I’ll Hack your left leg off coz I’m changing the balance
You get KO’ed so much it plays on your conscience
Ya battles get slept on… coz you’re always unconscious
The RB sponsors’s the only time you could rhyme sense
I’ll smash yo watch on your head so your embarrassments timeless