aight yo... this guy calls him the forsaken one//
he aint ready for my rhymes ,i spit em faster then a gun//
look i done a few lines and ur already gettin ready to run//
u made it this far but u wont make it any further//
ur brave , i'll give u that , but nothin more//
cause u made a life mistake steppin up to me, i would spit more but i might hurt ur feelins by callin u a hor//
well the truth hurts and ur raps describe that ur under the age of four//
when im done spittin u'll be complainin that ur ears are sore//
alot of u might think im not skilled//
but i gave yaz his new status= killed.