Im toping doperthau bullets covered in coke dropping this dope round/
there no stopping this war now this kid's about live as a ghost town/
blows mound enough power to take your foes down as I devour these rows clown/
My tracks are like 2 of my team members mating the outcome is a pro sound/
you're shit dont make sense like having flows drowned ur text is just to plain/
Kis your too lame and your lyrics are about as orignal as your future crew name/
blood drips as your shoes stained with a cue aim my punches would award you with a bruised frame/
Experience the worst pain as I use pennies to care ur optics justto ur point of views changed/
callin doper-tha-who's name I know it's not mine cause you know I got time to see the dirt on u like exposed worms/
Im packed with sickness like enclosed grems couldnt address me if he put introductions in short terms/