if you throw a punch ima weave it like fake hair
hit you with a hook and then ride like a state fair
gargoyle rap at the top and i stay there
not the type to babysit these rappers like a daycare
i bet you'll never climb the charts because your scared of heights
step up prepare to fight, i bet that i could eat you with a rhyme from last year
a bunch of pussy bitches better get a pap smear
so high out of sight like a blacc lear jet
in the sky when i rhyme all the fans cheer