Its round 1 at rap sheets, so watch me pound and drop hits
This battles similar to tests the way I’m about to pop quiz
I’m being honest, cause if being wack was a crime
This bitch would’ve been put to death the moment he started to rhyme
Look at this faggot named Quiz trying to get paid
Flowing about sex cause in real life he never gets laid
Calling it porn music, you should get killed
Cause your homo songs is only making it on gay sex films
Your ugly, I’m putting facts in this shit
Ya dad cut off hit nuts to keep shit like you from happening again
Demanding that you split or you’ll vanish
X-Quiz has a death wish and I’m the genii who’s going to grant it
Go head and panic, cause when write I’m precise
Even if this bitch flowed with manners he still wouldn’t be nice on the mic
Ready to slice with this knife, leave ya chest with stitches
Even my worse freestyles could beat ya best writtens
X-Quiz aint shit, he’ll get torn yo
Only time hes goes head first is when hes about to give oral
Your horrible, this faggot wont ever get witty
I must be biggie, cause your punches are like fans they just miss me
