iight...

you couldn't talk sick even if you droped while havin strept throat
you's a blood walking into crip city while you wearing a red coat
this dude just got murked 5-0 in his last battle, could he get any worse?
my rhymes is cursed, got you scared shittless like a laxitive in reverse
his dude thinks hes hard, but technically Holsters hes all soft
Like fake nails Holster presses on but then eventually falls off
no one gonna stop me like peeps late for their job interviews
Like cops words the against criminals you know I’ll never lose
Holster just got killed, throw em in the coffin and off in tha herse
it shows this kid is 14, he asks so many questions just like his last verse