you dont know what you gettin into are you ready for the war/
even if we battled in the air u couldnt make me soar
i already ate you be4 we evened started
u lack a proper brain like a mentally retarted
scarecrow/flow for flow and chest 2 chest
not only am i way better than mon i am the motherfuckin best
your rhymes are like an unfunded drama class you get no props
i'm iller than acid drops, crack rocks and magic johnson's cum shot/ crashin the scene like a drunk driver/
your destinys in my hand child and you aint no survivor
battlin me in person wouldnt make u any livier
because in this battle i am proclaimin victory
even in a circle jerk u couldnt cum to grips wit me
bitch