When you battlin me ,
I swear that I'm not your typical dueler ,
I'll slay you in the jungle with a individual ruger ,
I cause big rappers in the mix to get dense ,
your brains get cold and mind gets stole ,
In the winter with a scent of vanilla on the roll ,
I rap with mended criminal ties in the city ,
You'll get it like a murder scene rendition ,
such a pitty ,
Its hog wash when your raps are in the little league ,
Mentals rippin through to your block with energy ,
I'll mop you up ,
Put you side ways with the clip in my sig ,
Sugar Ray punches to your grill pushin back your lid ,
I'm honest ,
I'll slay you with a tech or a shotty ,
I fingered plenty triggers that dropped plenty bodies ,
Gas shorted from your grips ,
You can't smoke cuz of it ,
Run you over with the polished wi-fi whip ,
People will believe you when mount sinai flips ,
Desert eagle suspended in the air with the talons ,
Watch your chick put make up on with a face of malice ,
CMP's air you out like a military weapon cache Dragon ,
It aint your easy day out like a field day in the hamptons