Drop it like it's hot. Man just put the Mike down You would never win if we went 9 rounds I'd be 10 for 10 with astonishment on your eyebrows no cappin Im one upping you with my styles You spit wack shame as cheap as A condominium I'll make you quit rap fame and move back to the Caribbean You'll never be in the vicinity of my capability The probability of you feeling me is infinity you can try but you'll never be me I'm the Billy G OAT with rhymes stacked to the ceiling B picture me getting victories smoking enemies like Hickory I just found who my next victim be ima get to the point I am straight flow debater a precise laser aimed at Joel the creator Don't be a hater, I'm just gonna show you who's greater Double-A is a shooting star and leaving craters Out of this world I'll knock it out of the park I got you all discombobulated feeling out of sorts For that reason I'm gonna keep this a little short somebody please check the vitals of Joel's crippled heart is he still breathing? yes he is. ok, I'll keep going Keep flowing cold until you see snowmen 3 below frozen he's in his own zone man in his own league spitting g wetter than the Oceans deep chosen for something special golden hustle toten muscle with this blowing that I let go