Who are you to challenge thee for my blades lay-ya-down from shankings,
You seem to have an attitude, looks like lil' Nephew J is ready for a spanking,
When I peeped da call-out, I laughed then realized that it wasn't you pranking,
Humor arose off the fact I wouldn't loose if you 'stripped' it from me if naked,
Laced wit' hatred fuqin' with light-weight, & still couldn't elevate it if I helped raised it,
Evacuate you outa placement, not only time but room on da front-line is bein' waisted,
My launguage be so 'dent'al that my punch-lines'll break ya' braces,
Because you aint a real thug, I guess you'll rest under agony for ages, (His sig)
Face it, defeat be ya basics which lays off an odd sequence,
Cuz signin' off and a lowsy excuse for flowin back on time be
ya #1 defense,