Battling with me, it’s a long race but you won’t win because you have no endurance
You need something to back up your wack lines , like some sort of lyricall insurance
I can tell ur nervous, stepping up to this, knowin for damn sure all your punches miss
Your pissed, but like Ciara, bitch your hermaphrodite ass cannot “1,2 step with this ”
I’m not going back home, I’d rather stay all alone and even if I havn’t shown im grown
Fagit, all of RV should call me the King and give me my crown and throne
But I’ve had enough of this shit, its time to quit, because mc’s only ‘spit’ out their ‘dick’
And even thought people know im quick to hit with shit that make your mind skip
Nobody gives me respect for the hits I spit, me and them just will never mix
I’m always teased I feel like that rabbit for the commercials of Trix

… quick shit