Man!! that was weakest of you ever, Half of it didn't even rhyme/ See over your head I think your time is "Up" and I'm in my friggin' prime/ I'm sure you couldn't shoot If you were given N9ne/ While I'll simply spit and you'll die/ What I am doing, is called Flipping/ Nigga you can't hold your ground You're Slipping/ I'm grind-mixing your shxt in front of you Now sip in/ You'll puke blood through your arteries By watching its clippings/ All these people hate me cuz I am better than them/ Now I am back-flipping over these Raw kids like Rob van dam/ If you wanna join them You must hold your breathe God damn well/ And tighten your brain cells cuz My sharp lines can break your temple/ If that happens, You won't "Mind" any of my insults/ And you won't 'Pray' no more with your thin skull!!!
