your jus a fake ass wannabe
ur flows eont even match to what im bout 2 spit
ur nuthin but a b!tch so i'l roll on u wit 3 bullets or a clip
i hate it when faggot asians try to get on the MIC and cause sh!t
u wanna battle me .. den trus i'll show u whoz the boss of it
wannabez like u get your puss!es whipped for talkin stupid sh!t
i'm gona let u know ahead of time that i'm gonna kill u
i'l get the glock and spill u
trus your lyrics are gona b cheap and overpriced
As for A.T.S.. i turn your illest MC into a tragedy
battlin against me is the cause of fatalities
too treacherous my flow-cabulary expanded
dikz can't touch ma MIC without leaving the room one handed
i spit in proportion, leavin you in misfortune
for trying to flex with me, i bruise to mentally
leave you brain dead from my lyrical lobotomy
and screaming like your receiving a vasectomy
ma metaphors bruise ya membrane az i b spittin in full frame
like wide screen dvd
now dat im battlin against ya .. trus me babez .. i wont even think about callin this a battle
coz my elaboration leaves ya dissolved like evaporation
bringing the whole pu$$y click called ATS devastation and annihilation
got more dikz like u riding on my styles than in a train station
i got the styles straight hostile from the hospital
try to make fun of me and i'll continue to be little the little rhymes that you try to kick
i'm throwin up sick sh!t like i was the exorcist
al ur gona do iz spit nursery ryhmes .. n dang .. ur gona put me to sleep
yo stylez r gona b cheap like buying a pound-land brand shoe
my flows beat you till your coloured black and blue
and leave you confused like albino Ethiopian Jew
my lyrix will hit u from your blind spot n leave u shocked
it'l make ur spine rock den snap your neck in half leavin it twitchin on the block