Lyrics
This kid said himslef he’s holdin’ nothing back,
Well, he sure didn’t hold the fact, that his stuff is wack,
He’s got no aggression, and his slows so depressing,
his own digression must sucks cuz he know that I’m holdin weapons,
to break this kid back, this faker is wicked wack
like he stuck his head in toilets, this hater is spittin crap,
like he went to the back, and started goin’ through garbage,
and put it on a track, then went off to record it,
its all so obnoxious, his songs are all nonsense,
he say he found a style, well it looks like he lost it,
I’ll clean out the closet, and make a new deposit,
Ya only come with a flow when you are turning on the faucet,
I’ll get on the topic, unlike you on a beat,
Man Ya music is weak, you’ll never do it in the street,
All ya lines ain’t clear, like highway paint that’s faded,
This kids “DeaF” so lemme break it down in sign language,
Pointer finger in the air, thumb to the side,
Put it up to forehead that makes ya stuff come alive,
Cuz now we understand wut it is you trya say,
In ya all retarded songs where ya lines don’t make,
Any sense (cents) at all, just like the payments for ya music,
And ya say that it’s real cool, but we all know its lame and useless,
Like you are toothless, you don’t come wit a bite,
Just like drunk tryna walk, You just stumble ya lines,
his songs belongs, the same place this dork does,
DeaF’s tour van, yeah on the short bus!
No sport cuz it was just to easy to beat him,
Cuz I did hold back , but I still just defeated him
He doesn’t rock shows, he’s fallin in potholes,
And like a dam in a river, he just don’t Got flows,
How does this drop go, hard like ya carcass,
When I leave you in the dark yeah, locked in a coffin
