**Takes prem's mic then slaps him with it for ever putting his talentless greasy hands on it, then laughs as he cries running off like a little bitch**


Ya rap career's a shinkin' ship...mine's is cruisin' smoother than venician boats
I could throw a shit-covered horseshoe in the ocean an "U" still wouldn't float
Ya punches lack strength & personals are twists on played concepts at most
Ya lyrics are worthless like sleepin' security guards, always slackin' on post
U so desperately want to climb up RV's ladder by takin' off 1 of its top figgas
.....But your lyrics elevator is "broke" an stuck in the "basement" like tigga
U got no chance of winning...don't fight destiny, cuz ya verse is jus bickery
U could outline lyrics to track 2 on "no way out" & not see a trace of "victory"
I can only refer to ya audios like psychiatric patients->"they have gon wack"
Not wanted underground...like intoxicated foreman your a hazard to tracks
Every vet faced beat u..so understandably u tilting yaself 1 got me perplexed
Beaten in topical, audio, text..ya like widowed dogs, who's gonna own u next?
Always be nobody, cuz u could tape a battle between you and introspect
...........An even during the battle's re-runs you still wouldn't see "re-spect"
Your self-belief is "ludacris" & appaling cuz ya verses is "blown out ya ass"
...Every decent battle u was in ya verses "rec-tum" & left ya elevation "rash"

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