Worse than when you started, hence no one collabs with you,
I'll make my meal your shine so that you feel declined,
Only thing gangster about you is that you stealing lines,
You can't deal with rhymes? 'Cause you rapping dumber,
Fuck yourself, find someone else to make ya album covers,
Ain't even got homies to respect you, you're next dude,
Dead to me. Rep you, please. Ya can't even afford fresh foods,
No one accepts you, and nobody cares what you write,
Trailer trash, impale your back, you make the stereotypes,
I'll leave you dealt with, not understanding what this realm is,
Bitch, you couldn't kill the ice, even if it let you melt it,
Kinda crap his lines are wack and his mind is empty to me,
Because really guys he's the worst an emcee can be,
You got talent? Use it. It's even sort of sad to tooth this,
It's mad the truth is I'll leave him worn out as a toothpick,
Before you said I bit both Spag and MC Anonymous,
You're just mad that I fucking beat you before the start of it,
Your skill is Microsoft and I had just Excell-ed from it,
Leaving me to be intrigued and reveled in my devil wit,
In the worst ways I hurt, slay. You're even alone on ya birthdays,
I can't take your power...you ain't have it in the first place.
Lol.
