Alright, gonna keep it a bit slower this time I ain't trying to be too fast or slow when I rhyme so y'all kick back and listen I'll tell you my premonition I'm spitting facts so give me some of my recognition Half the people I talk to are fakes nothing more nothing less either, I buy them out like a store give me some milk while I'm at it and Fritos but I'm acting so cool you could call me Doritos call me Dr. Phil send half of y'all to the ranch break your spirit like a twig instead of a branch you're not an olive either so I make no amends you make garbage tracks and it just really offends dont mass tag me you ain't worth any of my time not worth a dollar, a quarter, not even a dime thinking you great cause you talk about shots only ones you get are from bars with no lots you're only local, too afraid to get dang social get out of my spot, I'm dont letting you have a shot I'm getting bored of dissing you subliminally not very vicious but I'll do you criminally not from your clan but I'll tear it apart easily younger than you but I'll old brother you, itachi I'm spitting flames without doing hand signs y'all only listening to heavy beats, simple minds God I'm done with the punchline stuff too plain you gotta get on one if you wanna try to gain saying that cause I'm on a totally different level stretching the truth, I'll do the same to you medieval get it cause the old torture method? no okay guess you ain't a history nerd, so I'm here to stay #Yawn