nigga you ain't shit, and what's worse is, ya skills is//
the only way you could win, is if you copied, pasted, and cheat-ed//
i handle you man, i drive this kid wit bars that go up ya ass n get stuck//
is you askin for DNA? well stop tryna get on-my-nuts//
dumb fuck, feel like im battlin a foreign nigga, cuz you slow to reply//
ya verse is a bronx tale, you phony as hell, spittin lies//
forget a tie, cause you must know you cant fuck wit me dude//
ya ch-ch-choke on the mic, but i dont wanna do the heimleich maneuv//
you so cool, you got me laughin, i wanna throw up my hands//
take that back, the only niggas that feelin you is some boyband fans//