Yo I'm bout ta spit and you can only hope to keep up
Your laggin while I TAG ya and then leave ya in my dust
Your rhymes are slow, jus outta control, and your lyrics are plain whack
I spit my shit, Lyrikally Murder Pine cone while he's stuck in his boyfriends "tree sap"
I merked ya once before and I'm bout to do it again bro
To me you're just another name that I add to my list of KO's
This battle is over I fucked your ass up son
Kinda like a faggot only with my 9 mil gun