We both know you got somethin sharp comin, we should cut to the chase, I’ll pull the knife, you can start runnin, harp strummin, hear it echo when I cave in ya chest, disable ya breath I’m the angel of death, the jooks leavin extra space in ya pocket, if you - launch a clothin line nobody gonna rocket, if you - see ya chick puffy eyed are you’re not clear, she cry when she give brain the shit is top tier, her motor mouth could deepthroat a speedboat, crew agrees on the scuff kneed goat when we vote, servin fast food in hair meshes, you wear dresses, judging by the way you sound these are fair guesses, you vs me? more silly than a puddy fight, I’m kryptonian you green lantern ya money light, you never ran into a battler this gully right, you don’t appreciate it but your understudy might, make a case to take ya place like a foreclosure, the unders an even worse bet when you’re over, how my throwaways shittin on ya best work, go update the greatest rapper file desk clerk, you’re buns, go channel that on food network, stay the fuck from round where the battlefield vet lurk