come ill with the spits, like touchin' fire got ya feeling the heat
me defeating you is common sense like bribing children with sweets
so sick with the punches I injure a million other rappers like him
how is it your name is mr. multie and I'm the one with the better rhyme scheme
so imma raze your whole block, leave ya expressionless like botox
assault with a flow hot and split ya down the middle on your head like mohawks
and I do off the hassles my presence itself is a cause to tremble
ya so wack you waged war against your reflection and still lost the battle