You call yourself the "rule" but you softer than "Ja"/
Ya "potentials" on E, as ya battle wins begin to flop/
Dissapointed in ya effort, all u could come up with in 6 hours/
Too late ur devoured, that shit was softer than flour/
I scared u to "yesterday", spinnin backwards like beyblades/
ya couldn't "focus" that much, ya light was covered with lampshades/
Tried to correct ur mistakes, shoulda fixed ya whole damn verse/
Spelling's not ur problem, ya whole wordplay's the worst/
Im quenchin ya thirst, ya brain cells bout ta burst/
my killa instincts emerge, i shoulda went first/
yo moms the one that warned me rule, i just gave er the dick/
i slit her lips with just a fist, her pussy talks with a lisp/
Call me the common cold, but my rhymes heats you like sweaters/
i've proved this babies better, im'll go and learn my letters/
Baretta's what i endeavor, now im labeled as your shredder/
this baby's hard as leather, but rule is soft as feathers/

the "yesterday" part comes from him saying its a saturday.