I could care less if you wear a vest//
Punchlines hit you in the head, not in the chest//
I’m the best, flow with finesse//
And the quickness to spit shit more precise then a sniper//
Only time you ever shit on somebody, was when ya daddy was holdin’ you and
you wasn’t wearing a diper//
You ain’t wild ‘cus you hyper//
Picture me not ripping the big tough typer//
Dogg, literally I eat MC's on beat or text//
Let my baseball bat beat up ya neck//
Leave everything from the feet up a wreck//
Heat up ya set, with no regret, take what you get//
Just battling me will make you a vet//
So experienced, persistent to punk pussies who think they popping shit//
Think this really just hip hop and shit//
I’ll let the clip pop this bitch//
Realistically, you could be another statistic G//
But that’s just lil’ ol’ ballistic me//
Cannabalistic M.C. from D.C., see me??//
Nope, I don’t think you do, ‘cus real recognize real, and I never seen you//
I been through, wars with the best//
You still battling new jacks and hip hop heads//
I’m getting at all stars and vets, and still ain’t bitched out once yet//
Never will, equipped with scripts that rip with clever skill//
My letters talk shit, and my words hurt ya//
That ain’t all I got, my verses will murda ya//