Run Run Run 3

Listen little brother, you lucky you ain’t undercover

Cuz you spit blunders and kick wack bars after another

I’d have you strangled and tangled in rhymes you made

Leave you broken and bruised like your in Django

So night with these bars you rap

Their run on sentences so clean up your acts

You think you got it right and the rap game slayed

But mane your shattered like glass: window pane

Keep the cliches out of the room

And cleanup the shit of the floor with a broom

You loser, never jot a verse again

Messing with the Ruler is a distraught sin

Biatch