Even if you made the biggest loogy, you still couldnt spit
Your wack lines are limited…like cell phone minutes
you'll get cut off in a instant, you’re a Lyrical “Chaos"
5-0 means I owned you, just call me boss
I’ll turn you into my slave, like the roots of ya kins
Even with yo copied lines, you couldnt a win
Don’t make me expose you to these folks, I had second thoughts
I got connects on RV, I’ll watch yo little ass rot


-i got things to do...6 lines, round 2 after you spit