My kindness ain't a weakness, it's a cover for my meanness

Your rhyming is anemic - Reznick in Machinist

Rapping for these ladies turned to rapping at the zenith

So, I made this reputation from these knuckles and subpoenas

Your girl hit me up, probably looking for some penis

That's some bad karma, baby. I ain't got the time for secrets

I keep rapping to the sequence, these rappers wearin' sequins

I'm in a wife-beater rocking deep within the creasеs

And that's the differencе 'tween us - these haters acting squemish

Using single syllables, they Flesch-Kincaid delinquents

I’m charging full ahead while they step inside my feet prints

Illuminating haters like I'm spitting tetrahedrons