Ur a Pheasant, Unknowns best Servings R just my Lyrical Scrapts
His Taste of Style is Dryer than Magic Markers with out Top Caps
No1 takes U Serious, Like Club Raves Screaming 'Roofes on Fire'
Ya styles Messed out of Proportion, like High Intensity Blow Dryers
Ya Just got Owned n' Used, Like Male Preying Mantis' after Mate
This kids got more Losses than African Country Fertility Rates
Your Verses are all Horrors, like Girls Climbing up Wells
We know U cant spit Hot, so why's it say that ur from Hell? (location)
Failing Tests is the Only Way Ur Performance is Getting Signed
Your lines are not Consistant, We can call them Diomond Mindz
(Crews falling apart)