Hey, yo I never knew snitchin rhymed with snitch
Empty a clip and watch his mood switch
I wasn't down to writing lines tonight
But I saw your attempt at rhymin
Thought to myself that nigga' was lying
If my shit was an album you know you'd buy it
Try it, Pump the speakers to the sky and
You talk a lot of shit for a nigga' playing kids games
Your rhymes like a funk hit from Rick James
What you do in ten lines I do in one
Gimme 5 lines and that motherfucker was stunned
Gimme another 3 lines and that nigger was on the run
Two more lines and that brother was done
And uhh I'm sure you haven't committed a crime
So you already three feet under, long way to climb
Long way to drive, R.I.P Eazy and the alpine
R.I.P Biggie and the dope rhymes
R.I.P Pac, took them three in their prime
Shit, they didn't need to try to shine
So next time, before you post here
Lemme make it clear, I'll tear your a new one
Because damn motherfucker you just got outdone.
Heh, shit I always knew you were waitin' to tear a kid a new one,
You're too dumb to notice there ain't shit that you can do, son.
Come on I dare you, man, shit, try and have a go at me,
My poetry's madness, I'm sick, and you know it, B.
You say 'Pac and Biggie were taken in their prime?
Well I guess that my name will be called in due time,
You think you rhyme like the best? Like we'll remember your battles?
Yesterday was the day that we all forgot Marrow.
You're like my shadow, constantly following my footsteps,
I'm good, yes, your lyrics ain't nowhere near a contest.
















