Better stay low, heading for the sky's shootin' those with halos,
What comes with more green than lawn? Yeah my payload,
I'm stirring shit, blurting curses which expose you're full of shit,
Going to pull a trig? Please, you're faker than ya own surrogate,
Forgetting that you're a bitch still spitting some stupid shit,
Amusing kid. Not an arrow, you goin' get struck by Cupid's dick,
Waiting for the ruthless shit that motivates me to do this shit,
I'll rip apart ya ghostwriter so then ya go biting like a lunatic,
Haha..Such a clueless bitch, he's deader than Biggie, dang,
You couldn't hold a stick up to your own fuckin' piggy bank,
And some talent is what you lack cunt, you're just a sad punk,
I stay gliding forward 10 steps, all you doin' is going back one,
And it doesn't mean you're the shit 'cause you spitting crap puns,
Fuck it and you suckin' on the "Mic", Y"All" ain't "Jack", "son",
I'm everlasting, all you faggots will never pass me rapping,
That mic you better pass me, before I rip you another ass, geez.