Yo I think you out a touch with reality,claimin You E Town your momma got a saint Albert sallery, speakin all these falsitys, out of pitch and off key,think if you cover your rhymes with double times Real Rappers won't see?,yah whole shit make believe ,I Mean Really Really?,think you got skill and vast ability but it's only a disability that aint got shit on this ability,I spew disquest toward your entirety,Disbeliev in you entirely,think you can go half ass speakin all brash on our colab track talk trash at the end and Leave? Nychie please I'll cover your khokom in Bannok grease then beat her with the pan till she's deceased , you want a Smoke Bro? Namoya I ain't got shit for yah but knowledge built to destroy yah,you 2 bit dipshit limp dick misfit Ain't worth a pint hit and a quarter, an actual quarter,n I know you ain't bangin you look more like a supporter,You get as much love in E Ville as a Winnipeg warrior , Bet Dr Shaggz would beat you up n billyd shake yah till he broke yah ,I'll Rezareket yah then I'll smoke yah like I blayzed yah Rez up, so it Dont is you Redd Or Sapp,I'll whipe your entire heritage culture and Spiritual practice off the mapp ,strong arm tah cause harm Youl get hit like a bong, I was abducting and torturing your mom that why I took so Long.