Simple math, You never lost cuz you never fought any battle wanker
That 'Behind bars like cells' is SHIT AS OLD as the beginning of the Calendars
Your rhymes are of cheap quality and you rap like a kid in 3rd standard
Either you're a fox or tiger, I'm a hunter So don't put your species in danger
I happened to be nice before but this world Divided my saintly Co-Sense (Quotient) & left no remainder
And now I know to just kill, If hell is an application of torturing techniques Then I'm its vendor
So Listen dude, There's no dispute that you're cute
You can win any adorable baby pursuit
But rap is not in your attitude
You a fake rapper in a pink bodysuit
Battling you is like giving tribute to POPping boots
It's been said here that hiphop is dead So nobody is stopping you
Why I'm here? That's a silly question.. There's always a Robinhood
Who robs rich-pop bums and feeds poor hiphop troops
You think this mourning is fake? Are we bleeding tomato soups?
F%*k you! It's all Eye for an eye & You just won't look
Comedy club is just above rap zone forum
So you thought you can drop here like morons
But I assure you Your journey won't be Free - Man-aged like Morgan
I'll take your soul out (So loud) Make you a deaf Zombie Or-phan-tom
Then boil you in hell like I boil your head
Then convert you in a mummy & pour soil over dead/dad
A nice Adam's cartoon family You gonna led
The only job you' can do now is make sweaters with this "Thread" !!!
