I'll roll ya whole verse up like a burito, then leave you Layed out like Frito
Ya drop was tight but like a speedo, lookin for d/r votes so i call you guido
Screamin' bleed ho!, real raw knock ya teeth down ya throat
Scheemi'n off greeed yo, rob all ya stock creepin round ya home
Ya punches is played out, as i'm dippin fists "in the club"
I puncture ya brain now, sub-mission hits wit my snub
Too far behind now it looks like you'll never catch up
Frito's still watchin 8 mile tryna battle witta clever set up
but ya decisions is no better than the garbage you spittin
watch me shittin on every letter you harvest from ya writtin