Ya verse is missin punches like a crew is missin it’s sig//
The only thing “restricted” is ur a ability to flow u prig//
U tryin to beat my flow will leave ya tongue twisted in knots//
Ya “vision” must be “corrupted” if u battling sickass J wattz//
Ya rhymes couldn’t be sweet if u was spittin on valentine's day//
Ur rhymes are a bigger mystery than who assassinated JFK//
Ur right the truth does hurt cause man u fuckin suck at flowin//
I mean ur that damn bad that ya shit is probably listed as an actual sin//
This nigga reppin 920 the home of the hermaphrodites and gays//
Ya rhymes are unhealthy them bitches is so bad they cause tooth decay//

line 1:crew dont got no sig peep his sig

line 2:his name

line:4 his crew name C.V

line:9 reps 920