your flows are off and on like a hose being bent/
when u battle me its world war, left dead n a trench/
ya wackness is magic, losses comin from no where askin who-deeni?/(harry houdini)
ya shits forced like house wifes condenmed to cleaning/
game continues on like a high-way, but im bringin a dead-end/
your just like split-ends, ur cut out like failed new-trends/