Wow man, your style and verse's are cool/
I wish I had that talent, maybe i'll drool/
Fuck that, thats the weakest shit I've ever seen/
To step to me you gon need a magic growin bean/
I have no need like you to explain some weak ass punches/
My style's got all the people in here feedin me like lunches/
You wanna talk about my record? where the fuck is yours?/
At least I can battle, and not jus hide behind closed doors/
To me you are less than nothin, smaller than a decimal/
So I'll lay it out simple, jus incase you're sceptical/
You ain't nothin, your structure jus proves that/
I'm spittin jus to let you know, you got clapped the fuck back/