aight

face it i'll leave ya laced up, and promise ya the win but i break-trusts/
deface-sluts who aint just ya bout as a legend as slaves-was/
go get a new style, cuz ya merked list is lookin a little-low/
and to those who beat ya i can't beelvie ya let a turbine-show/(hit'panik)
ya called for this battle, pm'ed me now it's ya thought's i'll- unravel/
and i culd see ya takin this loss i dun't need any board or a tarot/
what i got in store, will implore ya to swallow ya toungue/
follow-it-son, hit my chest with a recorder and ya still culdn't put a hollow-tip to my lung/
ya expression is blank, i got ya stressin like arrested on dank/
battlin me's like fallin in deadly waters i suggest ya try stretchin the plank/