look, ya rhymes more out dated than nick-at-nite, u need to get with the program, old man//
you musta rolled ya ankles, cause you got the game twisted, spittin these slow jams//
you won some garbage battles, so man, u beat trash, all 87 wins on ya record//
im about to leave you so fucked up, people gonna think you eat at eckerd//
im born to kill, ill leave ya fuckin head severed, and break ya bones like crash victims at high speeds//
im hungry for a win, but your skills aint my flavor, so i dont really want to feed//
get used to me, cause im gonna be in ya brain, like you been givin me head//
ya CORNY rhymes seems like you spit VEGETABLES, get it? ya flow is legally dead//
........bring out the yellow tape, im chalkin out ya shape, this is a crime scene//
im like e-clipse, cause when i flow on the net, a nigga stay griiiinding//
cut out ya eyeballs, im blinding, so you cant see me, and can't touch me, cause im greasy//
...beating you is easy, if fags were illegal, you could be convicted for spittin funny rhymes//
you got me laughin so hard im rollin down hills like jack and jill in rewind//
i drop hooks like fishermen, knock you out like man-sized lugies, spittin these punch lines//
they should make a website for niggaz like you, whack rappers on-line//
you born to kill? this nigga don't want beef, i turn meat lover niggas into salad bar eaters//
ya flow is nonsense like gay men in wife beaters........... or a-cup bitches goin topless//
wit yo buy-one-get-one-free rhymes you purchased from target//
now tell me who's the hardest, this downfall, ya shits done hit the fan//
watch me run your brain using scans, locate your plans, the beat your ass using your own hands//