Put the battle down to four.. but still none of yall raw enough to rap wit me,
i STAY HIGH so much I DEFY the laws of gravity,
think you got a chance in this.. but lets make a BET-THO,
I have you living more miserable than Detroit, Stockton and Modesto,
before you even drop you already lost it.. so just let go,
fuck around you get popped, fill you up with shots till its empty.. like a bottle of XO,
I got folks around ghost town.. don't make me come to the West O,
my dress codes full of fresh clothes.. you rockin flea market hats,
and I ain't even gotta spit my hardest raps,
I'm like pure dope..cuz one line of mine will give your ass a heart attack,
and I don't care what color you are.. I spit flames at you.. and leave your carcus black,
now you don't want no part of that,
I deliver heat when I speak.. now watch this artist go postal,
my hardest of flows will have you talkin like your tongue got stuck in the fuckin garbage disposal,
your a simp n shit.. impotent..your rhymes coming limp wit it,
Viagra in my word play cuz I stay hard wit it,
you gettin pimped by a chick... my girl treats me like a drill seargent,
mines shaped like a coke bottle... yours is a milk carton,
you should be the spokes model for lookin retarded,
don't trip I was born to do this.. that's why I make it look easy,
I gotta go tho bro.. it's valentines day your momma and ex-lady is waitin for me.....
Nothin Personal.. It's all Business..... Good Luck..