ryme tyme, this is da tyme were i bust my nyne,
my lyrics to this tri-battle got vocab u can not define,
now lets not talk about dien, u gon die soon, and i aint lien,
u combind wackness and gay ness it already one of a kind,
but u r not known coz of your spit shine, if ppl say that to u, there lien,
now u didnt write 5 to 10 lines so im not, ill spit a long peice and get u tied up in knots,
u think your flows are hits, but there really "counter~shots",
but inow lets talk about poseidon i think i battled him before, dont kno wat he said, i mus of forgot,
u smoke to much pot, u think your in the ocean, but u fall asleep to my lyrical potian,
u said u geda merk two people at once, bitch ur a dunce,
so im end this ryme, so u can get lost at once.