a holster, aint shit wit out gun
0-6 commin at me, what the fuck were ya think-un
and we all know your a coward to
that's why i'm gonna lyrically devower you
i spit fire that'll burn through ya vest, big holes in ya chest
you should of learned from the rest
your rhymes are weak, and your style is whack
my flows come from all directions so watch yo back
cause you ain't shit kid, i'm sick and twisted
the only punches you felt
is when your mom got fisted
thats all i got, peace, i'm out
now its your turn, lets see what your about