Yeah, eighteen losses, between the numbers is quite a fall,
BUt at least he steps up to battle, he has balls.
This little shit, Bullet,
Rhyme your best, we know that you're fullofit
Claiming you can, kick an ass, you must be, fullofshit.
My nine go pop and you're leakin' blood,
fills your eye sockets like its a motherfucking flood.