I thought you couldn't get worse, it had been past an hour waiting,
You didn't even post a quality verse, your rap was irritating.
This will turn out another L for you, cause I'm all trouble dude;
Even in the house of mirrors you wouldnt spot a double you (W)
This stuff comes natural to me, the way I spray my verbs,
Its like I'm playing scrabble on JBB, the way I play these words.
See I dont need no error 1, 2 bunch, I keep stuff basic,
All I need is my 1-2 Punch that'll expose your fake sh!t.
So don't come running your mouth, cause Iggy is ill-yo,
I'm rippin' this p*ssy, like I was an oversized dildo!
Defeat starts swarming your head, rashes forming - hives starting to spread, like a noble warning
These toxic gases I spit; and flames I lit - emit hot sh!t get trapped in ya dome like global warming
My complex lines, flow, and punches eliminate all your simplicity,
The buzz of my verse, have you feeling effects of electricity.
My flows like current, punches like voltage, my rhymes like shocks,
That Ali punchline, was overplayed like playing Fight Night on Xbox (playing a punch)
B, your obsessed with your rhymes, but you're flirting with a vet
And its like your flirting with your 'skills' but your playing hard to get
