They say a penny for each thought…I guess it ain’t no joke
If it’s tru I’ll have a nickel, for thinkin’ of my votes
I’ma make your ass jet, son, ain’t talkin’ bout “no show”
Cuz yo lines come more stretched, than Tyra Bank’s forehead, yo
How you made it this far, to me… it’s still a mystery
I’ll close you like my Social Studies book, you’re history
Your rhymes are never "hot", they never amount to "shit"
Yo name gets bigger and bigger, but then you forgot "it" (1)
The kid couldn’t "check in" in this thread, he knos he’s dead
It’s ok, he’s got the “Chills”, he was told to stay in bed
21-4… good record, you got the “ills”, g!!!
Nah, you don’t got it, but you do when there’s a “P” (2)
They say yo name predicts yo skill, for you, that shit is tru
…It’s right on target, after this, you WILL be blue
You never spit out hot, shit, man, don’t be silly
The only time you do, is when you’ve eaten too much chili

..."тнє ℓєgα¢у"