I'm sick of the shit, that this kid thinks he's givin me...
Say my bars don't rhyme, he must be smokin weed...
Its easy to pick apart, a bar or two I know...
But this bitch is pickin apart every single flow...
Chattin your weak bars'll leave me upset and annoyed...
So I'ma have to do some shit, like fuck up all ya boys...
Try take the piss about the, way I rhyme my bars...
Cos my flows 10 times up from yours, You jus chat 1 flow bars...
Take heed to what I say to you, the way they do down south...
Get the fuck out my face, an keep my name rite out ya mouth...