I burn *****s wit ma punchlines and leavem wit a lyrical 3rd degree, y get a throwaway wen i shoot rappers outta cloud nine verbally/im bout my shit while yall sound like yall over here foolin n kiddin, dropin garbage ass lines sumone tell dis ***** NO LITTERIN!/
wen u reach fo a pair of scissors is the only time u gettin a chopper, i juss kilt dis ***** again sumone call another doctor/ur flow is light n mines heavier than wen u catch ur period, its kinda sad how im bout ta litterally end ya carrer wit a period, n i aint gon stop layin dese "keystyles"...michael jackson cant even fuck with tha kid/i got dat clockwork not ta mention perfect timin, this dude wouldnt have a good line if he had the Eagles offensive lineman/i would be dissin myself if i called u a son ofa bastard, i'll put the heat to ya back like u wore Shaqs jersey backwards/ayo im tired of watchin these lames front so tellem ta trun around/my pockets is seein more green then some pants thats molded, the only time you clap is when ur happy and u know it
call me the nastiest, step back or somebodys gonna get lyrically hurt
bitch u couldn’t be from the hood if u were born in a sweatshirt
since ur rhymes r clearly no match ima put u all to flames n ima spit raw to sum new lames/ i hand out clips like spilberg do, only time u strapped is when u in the front seat of a vehicle. real talk