Your A Mere Provision, While My Incisions Dimenish And cut Your Dimensions/
My Dissin Will Stress Ya Eye's And Leave Ya Visions In Tension/
The rhymes ya testin define aggresion, RB expectin to see me split this guy's spine in sections/
ma words supply the weapons, so In this match you'll never see the prize like blind contestants/
This race is mine, but don’t call it racism when ya bars are hated/
I'll lock this bitch in a burning vehicle and tell his mom he’s in-car-cerated/
You Just Aint Sticking It To Me You Lack Adherence/
Sticking Your Friends Up Your Ass Dont Mean You Get "A-Peer-Ins"/
But seriously, me winning this is like BLUNT pencils wats the point/
Cos even if u swallowed ur WEED u still cudnt spit a hot joint/