 Well, if I didn't get searched, I would've bought a 999 or the Texas. Or the one that goes over my shoulder like my girlfriend's eyes when I'm texting. I'm known for putting a snake in the box to let me murder you then. I'll put a snake in the box at the 3210. Now watch me ripping apart, fuck your simplistic bars. The shit you think is intricate to me just isn't that hard. He's in the British Pontiac. Yo, but he ain't talking about Michigan, no. He's from Pontiac. Literally, he lives in a car. This ain't even Dose. The nigga who got decked and steal your name like forgery. They thought he wouldn't need an ambulance. Patience. Wait till we emergency beam on it. I take it off red like burgundy and use the scope. It go a long way like courtesy. Build it. I chase them out with the heat. Me, myself, and Irene. I kept shooting the cow in the street. It's the demonic one. I want to stretch wordplay. I could write that. Yeah, who's cool and growing? I'm the one who's tight in here. Yeah. Here. In my book, you can't get away with that. It ain't rap. The devil's in the detail. And every rhyme you morph in words. Greed, gluttony, envy, pride. You force in words. Yo, no, no, tell him what your weapon is. We shit. I got the knife. Well, me knife. You be backing out of that battle, bro. This a fight. He can't win. What are you doing? He reenacting the Alamo. Everybody want beef. He was shooting up that cattle, bro. He'll be another hall of niggas. I'll hear preaching to a calico. Cut from a different cloth. I said, I am too. Just follow suit. Don't get out of pocket swear. He said, I'm top tier. I said, top tier. Let me get the fuck out of here. I'm telling like I told Grimes, yo. You ain't getting paid. You ain't top tier or bottom tier. Let me get your volunteer. Everything you cooked is on a George form. And everything you wear is George for men. I watched your Valentine's video. Yeah. That was fucking lame, boy. Just because you almost got your hand held doesn't mean you've got game, boy. Who are the son of a gun? Because your mother is a dirty ratchet. It's nothing but peak. If you didn't make that fan collapse, you're just fucking pointing to sleep. You have a song called Liverpool Trackmap, which is basically one long word association scheme using places in Liverpool. Places of people outside of Liverpool didn't even know we were in Liverpool. And I know I'm rhyming Liverpool. We're in Liverpool. It's because I'm doing the exact same scheme using places that I know in Liverpool. And he's a bit hip hop and a bit of a hippie. Homemade hummus drinking his chick's pee. She needs to wash. She needs to wash quickly. She's mad funky. Her rampant rabbit's not a happy bunny. With a pocket rocket. It sounds little but it ain't. Remind you a shallow how cause this bitch is bigger than you think. So be careful with the roll you like to portray cause you can get rolled up on like a roach tray. And I don't condone this violence but I got the cajonas. You can get a slice in your neck like caronas. Spit the darkest. Bitch the arcus? I just started my round with I spit the darkest and I'm still going to win regardless.