im bout rearrange ya brain lyrically, they call me dreamer cause ill bring ya pain physically, mentally and spiritually//
theres no doubt ill win this bout, cause im ~sending a trap~seems like you got diarrhea at the mouth, so im ~ending ya crap~//
I spit shit you cant forget, you tried a quick hit, but you cant brake a brick with a stick, stupid//
im deleting ya ~claim to fame~completing the strain on ya brain,you should change ya name cause i ~aim to shame~
niggas thats lame//
are you ready for dismantle, keep the machete, steady by the handle, ya skills should be blew, like a candle, you beating me is like Ru(ru paul)beating a fag scandle//
how you going to ~contest the champ~you fighting a giant, im bout to~molest this tramp~better than kobe bryant//
and leave him teary eyed and weary, change his loud profile, to a queit smile, and call him the calm theory//