can you taste it yet?
i buried you on the first one, my skillz were not met
bet, you blame me for coming too tight
i was lost but im found, my calling spittin on tha mic
the only reason for round 2, that his feelings were hurt
and got back out my coffin and made you choke on that dirt
your hoping it work, but close dont cut it
if my raps are so bad how the fuck i beat you?
and all that talk about black eyes makes me want to meet you!!!!
you have no flow thats why you write on the net
im doing this while at my school, young but still a vet
if i was a basketball hoop, you couldnt reach my net
your not on my level, no dick ryding in here
your rappin is like a rebel, the purpose is clear
you have no cause
wait stop and ill pause, your alone in ocean
and im that nigga jaws