I am battling a retard, Who reckons he was born in N/A
Let me help you out, I am your father, you were born 1987/may
When i start typing my rhymes, its like a vodoo curse
you wouldnt be ill, if your heart was about to burst
All you are is a hoax, like mens expedition to mars
If you were riding horses, i would be chasing you in cars
With your 13 wins, you claim u are ill, yeh you got the spittin-disorder
You couldnt spit, if your mouth was filled up with water
Seriously your wack, wins come from newbies, your not arti-stic
leave RB, Stop rhyming, its not for you - be realistic
Tek, you dont show much in your profile, what you got to hide
Fat Boy... you would still look big.. even with a elephan by your side
After this humiliation I will be your God, dont even reply, why bother?
Every time you want to talk to me from now,you will start with "Our father