im bout to send shockwaves thru your computer son

and my verses got more punches then the drinks at your junior prom

cuz like langston hughes im a poet wit words spoken

and my ryhmes got more lines then michael irvin on a coke binge

cuz this aint battle ur ryhmes are ghostwrote

when i win im ready to showboat like joe horn pullin the cellphone up under the goalpost

ur like elton john's feces you cum with the gay shit

and where im from i aint nuttin to play with

and like catchin a cold on a delta flight i got u plane sick of meh

ur style is like an empty bag of fertilelizer u dont mean shit to me