Fuckin wit me's like buyin tickets online, it results in thge worse cost,
you came expectin a win but in stead, this battled ended in a ya first lose/
this dirt ball's a fake rapper, spitin bout fake drama,
here i'll predict his lines, i bet he'll say sumthin *regardin my mama*/
im gunna beat this kid, and believe me i can,
he still on that toddler shit, yet *he's older than i am*/
i send, slugs through ya spine, and take you out ya so called thuggin,
*you claim you was raised by killaz and dealers but is there even hoods in london?*/
you talkin bout droppin hard but on the real, you couldnt rock the mic if you was ted nudgent,
look everyone, its wannabe banks and the rest of the *rev unit*/
*you are a real dj* jab, a true dick jerker,
dawg you couldnt make ryhmes flow wit a job as an atlantic worker/
im da champ da merk ya,(ring ring)pick up da phone its your mommy callin,
wonderin why your cryin, jus tell her cuz you suck at rappin and *should have stuck ta ballin*/
im'a sew his mouth shut in an attempt ta get him ta spit it tight,
he wants ta be a 'superman' so i guess i gotta be crep-ta-night(kriptonite)/
Jabs just about butts(j.a.b.) and keeps dicks in his mouths possesion,
after i beat you in this battle jus *go to the ring* ta take out your aggression/
my verbal attacks assault you and put you out of your misery..............so sue me,
game over, come play again when you aint just a bitch ass new b/

*in one of his battles he made lame 'your mama' jockes
*im 16 he's 17
*read his bio in profile and he is from london
*hes crews the rev unit(name bite g-unit)
*he has a hobbie and job as dj
*he plays b-ball
*he boxes


be sure you drop ya post home boy