You soulda known betta then to battle the Kid,
Pull ya skirt down ya exposing ya pussy Ms-sniff-a-dick,
You couldn't beat me in a battle if i dq'd myself,
Played out like christmas toys, nigga get back on the shelf,
for every hot line i spit, you ride another dick,
chill baby boy and pull ya mouth up off ya momma tit,
cause im the pinnacle i'll bring this punk bitch to his demise,
wit these synical, metaphysical lyrical rhymes,
Im like the rap bin laden, and you actin like sadaam,
You dropped the ball bitch, im the nigga steady causing drama,
So take a minute to envision the whippin you just engaded in,
I wouldn't be suprised if ya didn't respond 4 days and, ITS DONE
Holla At Em
