[MERIT]

F*ck you Dirty Curt. I don't even gotta try 'cuz your own rhymes'll leave you straight murked. You little jerk off, let's see you post a smiley face after I whipe your f*ckin' smirk off.

I'll jerk off into a test tube and create a genetic clone of me, 'cuz you can't compete. 'Cuz battling myself is the only method of losing that's even a possibility. I'm on that next level G. Enjoy the glass ceiling 'cuz that's the only way you're even capable of seeing me.

You need to quit now dawg before I leave your ass injured. I'll jam my elbow in your wind pipe and leave you straight winded. I straight win it. Spit flow without quittin'. I'll kill you off the top, f*ckin' freestyle or a written.

I ain't down to play games, you're arguin' on some f@ggot sh*t. Who cares if homie's g@y? Compared to you, he's still mackin' it. Grab you by the throat, f*ck your style, I'm attackin' it. Unwrapping it, 'cuz my sh*t's a gift, and you're just some flimsy packaging.

My style's ravishing. Leave you straight ravaged when I damage kids. Flow off the top of the lid, no stoppin'. I'll be the first to f*ck you over, cherry poppin.' I hopped in, took on all challengers and straight robbed them. This ain't Compton but you better call a cop in 'cuz a thought just popped in and said to leave your face stomped in.

And f*ck packin' a gun. A blowtorch and a hanger in your ass sounds more fun. Your flow is heavy? Mine's a ton. Yours is a period? Yeah, that's right, 'cuz your ass is done. Bitch.