I'll bring heat as if I was pyro,my fire be like nitro, you winnin' is as rare as viewing a thug recycle//
Couldn't `round` this battle up if you spit it in cycles//
Ya' text is as familiar as a white-boy wearin' tight clothes//
Let me end this shit quick like 'Tek' when havin' sex,
odds are one-sided like niggahs and red-necks//
Tek and defeat be like senior citizens and paramedecs//
I play foul in sport, you bound to abort, you bow to ya'
superior, I be the lord on this court//
You close ya' rap-book, I close polls,
Attatch wholes in snitches, like fatboys attattched to rolls//
Uh-Oh, her's the climax, when bombz attacks,
You gonna loose this battle like Sadam lost Iraq//
You hurtin' like tenda headed ho's with naps//
Bout to hitta tek, still couldn't be `cool wit' ya breath,
if you was made of winta' fresh//