i take a qucik glance at your these texters-
drops as long as a professors lecture/
they scared to answer when i call em out like a debt collector/
better protect ya neck,sir- when i wield the hatchet/
i'm throwing shots and only a strong titanium shield can catch it/
better chill out for' i knock ya bottom grill out/
or sock em so hard in the nose that snot'll spill out/
you being mainstream is a vain dream- i go the skill route/
i mean you only reveal doubt in a bout with your shrill shouts/
like you ready to brawl and scrap/
only time your hands have ever been balled to dap/
i'm quite appaulled like you sellin raw and trap/
see once i get TIRED then givin' you all a nap/
forcefully