[Mob squad my ass… nigga I don’t even need my brain to beat u]
[I’ll rip u so bad I will make u switch genres have u listin to blink 182]
[my rhymes leave mutiple wounds like Thompson submachine gun]
[u must wanna lose cause my rhymes come sicker than magic Johnson]
[my rhymes got u gaggin like a bitch as if they grabbed u by u throat]
[this nigga couldn’t win this battle if I spotted him by four votes]
[I'm not freddy cougar but I’m ya worse nightmarre eva to hit ya skull]
[you could have solid punches if ya hand was hard as a brick wall]
[My punches connect like there Roy Jones jr jabbin ya dome]
[Lyrically I’m causin concussions sendin yo bitchass home]