so u think ur dope...watch yo neck as i burn a new smile on ya throat...
an grab a rope?...a noose is no use ive "hung" an still don't choke...

do u think skill is wat u learned in english 101...
spellin my name in lines will leave you runnin from guns...

u admit it was a wack verse...cuz u gota be leavin in a herse...
from ma 9 or ya crack thrist...either way ur the bitch gettin smacked first...

i aint rippin ya im verbally dissin ya...acid tone critically blisterin ya....
i flip on u, leave a lyrical fist in ya...insert the IV in ya vein to piss in ya...

an yeh i did elevate past wack...sametime as u started takin cock in the asscrack...
dam ur so dope ur a herb sack...master of shit but wack raps...