faget.... think you can beat me...

you a herb bitch stop acting like u something to fear...
you had 3 no show wins... ONLY FUCKING REASON YOU HERE....
after im done they'll be looking for your remains..and what they plan to see is brutal....
After they search.... ya body’s gonna pop up like typing anatomy in google...
your punches aint evolvoing... I’ll leave you in a gutter with punctures...
i'll brake you in half and shatter u into pieces like a glass bone structure...
I'm Forecasting your death... wanna get rowdy with writtens?....
cuz Ransum'll pin Stratis to zelph cell wall... like predicting cloudy conditions....
so before u go on talking i beat ransum into submission
u couldnt blow up if you wrote ya verse on a air-bag before a collision... MOTHER FUCKAH...

YOU AINT FUCKING WITH ME....