You battling me is bullshit, like Miss Cleo Starting visions/-/
Your lyrical exhibition sucked more than porno part auditions/-/

And don’t even get on drugs cuz the only type you fuck wit comes wit perscritions/
Your flow was more off beat than Jack Tripper & Cris Farley’s heart conditions/-/

I’m a dogg on da mic and it seems dat I’m only Battling sorry cats/-/
Your not nice, At best your skill is just “Straddling” Wack/-/

u cant fuck wit me son, i keep a clean flow like no other,/
u not a rapper, more like a backup dancer for bone crusher./

I’m Spiting-Raw..don’t even Start me Kid, I’ve seen you talking/ Hard and Shit-/
like you’d blast me…but with what, your printer’s ink Cartridges/


peace out i went first cuz it was takin to long

after you spit let the votes begin
everybody have a merry christmas and i will catch yall friday