you fool, stating in yo sig that you gifted, when your record is shit//
you couldnt become "ILL" if you suck a dick wit a split condom and forget to spit//
you must think you can rap, coz ur still here, but your rhymes are Simply Dead//
it must be because when you momma "lifted" you, she dropped you back on yo head//
i give this shit 5 minutes before i have the win and its in the closed battles//
coz id ram the mic so far down ya throat, yo raps sound like when a snake rattles//
i break yo neck so fast you loose your voice and vision, itll be so scary//
like when i rhyme, im so verbally correct, its like im reading a dictionary//
now man u must keep dreaming, like your "soul" u want wackness "lifted"//
mother fucking punk pussy, rapping like a ho fuckin the gear stick when shifted//