me and wins attract each other like glocks-and-magnets//
while losses cling to this kid by the name of rocco-malice//
i leave ya bones shattered and scattered in a box-of-fragments//
out of all the contestants, how come i got-the-faggot??//
dam! what a way to start-this-is-ill//
u could be a illustrator, and still have no artistic-skill//
u buggin if u think u gonna win, u-is-loco//
u only got to into rap battles due-to-no-shows in other websites//
i got exec's scoutin-my-name, but for u im doubtin-the-fame//
ur not on my level son, u might as well just get outta-the-game//
im up against a scrony-dude, that was born-to-lose//
but ima take his lyrics, and after i beat him, TextBooks guna run the show//
i just stopped-in and i mocked-him//
u shoulda not even spit, and got beat the same way u got-in//
the way i come so hard, yall say im so-erect//
i'll go-wit-techs, and blow-ya-chest//
u spit rhymes but to no-effect//
i got morals, but even if u was my elder i wouldnt show-respect!//