Intro

Well most MC's get beaten

Defeaten, I eat men

I'm the bestest, the West is now

On the map, you clown

But I'm gonna slap your wack shit

I pack kits, you step to the mack

It's not advised, I'm wise

You'll need a disguise after I bruise your eyes

Rollin with Hiero, I know

I'm a fly bro, because you're gonna die, foe

If you step to me

I seek em out with telepathy

Your breaths just be backin up because the West is the best

G, and you will fail, you are stale

Your shit is butt, I hear your cuts

And your rhymes, well they're wack

Your tracks are not fat

Take that shit back

We rollin like this

Peace

I'm out