you think that your a legend?, sure your perfect for fame
the minds a powerful thing to waste, & your verse worships the brain
wordplay ain’t saving you , running is the best thing to do
if beauty’s in the eyes of the beholder, my punches are sexy to u
Say what you want dude, ur a pro only at getting humped by men
Rob don’t know Jack about my rhymes, nor that he was dumped by him
I’ll make you get on ur knees, just to remind u who u fighting with
n’ leave ya train of thought so fucked up, ur brain cells’ll stop riding it
without me your done for, stop acting like ya shit’s alright
I ‘scene’ Rob ripping niggas, he just goes by the scripts I write
lying about getting props?? You’re a fag & that’s a void escape
You never raised a eyebrow - till you played with ur boyfriends face
niggas saying I got no hope, after reading all ya shit Im pissed son
& how the fuck am I outta my league when Im kicking u outta this one
why don’t ya tell it like it is fag?, stop ya obscene newbie ways
Rob does ‘open mics’- when the batteries need to be changed
posting for a battle you cant win, proves you’re a dim wit
I’ll rip out your rib CAGE & incarcerate your whack ass in it
u think ya punches landing & will be having my chin erased?
But you’ll just get ripped up, like you was buried in space
you a poor homo, and money’s a sacred factor
but being in depp aint a bad thing to ya, hes your favorite actor
your dead.