Where you niggaz at when I spit the heat/
Before I even flow u lower you're head in defeat/
Sickening to see you catz flow so flippn weak/
Constantly got the crowd up on their feet/
But they ain't applaudn, they ready to leave/
Like a woman u can't even get them to peak/
I take over and blaze the microphone/
Got your momma sayn "leave my son alone"/
I take no prisoners, I just slice up your throat/
You had no business rhyming, you fuckn rhyme like a joke/
I roll you out and roll you up, while lighting my next smoke/
You had to be a set-up like a fuckn UFO hoax/
There's no way you're fuckn serious, u think u can rhyme/
Rhymes so lyrically weak, for em I wouldn't pay a fuckn dime/