You can't see me coz I'ma bout to destroy your field of vision/
I shoot wit precision, my target is you coz its time to kill the bitching/
8 lines, well good, you ain't worth any more than that/
your rhymes are wack, no contest for this verbal attack/
Its time to make your move but like manual cars you'll be stalling/
I'll have you begging for mercy on main roads so that people think you're KERB CRAWLING/
You ain't even close to my skill, you just an embarrassment/
you carry a "brush" so that when you hit the canvas, you can "draw" comparisons/