k here is one of his verses
Yer talkin' 'bout battles, makin' threats n promises/
But my whole crew be askin' "Where's the beef?" like Dave Thomas is
Speakin' of, you sound like you're readin' from a Wendy's menu/
With verses like that, how you expect to rock a venue?/
F*ck that, i'll battle myself and kill myself dead/
f*ck write you some shit so you can spit that instead/
ur lucky im ur friends cause then i would do more then just **** you/
It's about lunch time kid, and I just f*ckin' ate you.
I demonstrated how my rap styles compared to yours are elevated/
i like to see you do somethin this good spoken or written/
When your shit's so p*ssy, you should be DJ Kitten?/
Defeat me? My styles are just too dam sick/
The only way that you could beat me is if I was your dick/
You should stick to the plan n stay a little man/
cause im bored gonna use ur blood as a instant tan
So now you callin' me fake, but on what f*ckin'basis/
The only way you could be ill is if we both traded places/
You sayin' to everyone shit but then you switch faces/
That ain't stoppin' me from comin' and puttin' my dick up where your face is/
Face it, you flow freely cuz you'll never get paid/
And if battle skills were f*ckin', you'd never get laid.
