SNACK TIME.

Spitting bullets so nasty with no blood spilled, I'm classy...

Put the weak niggas down at the pound like your dog Lassie...

Pulled up your Momma's house in a Ferrari, I felt flashy...

Breakfast Club rated your bars and said they were quite trashy...

DAMN my bad... I didn't mean to pop off like that...

It's just I get kinda mad when all I hear is straight crap...

Bring out your notebooks kids, take some lessons for a real rapper...

With a flow as dexterous as the talk flying out your crapper...

Faster than the slurs of Future and spitting like an Uzi...