How you gonna battle me when you know that’ll roast ya/
Plus you on my dick like an amusement park rollercoaster/
Talkin’ shit about how you better than me, you gotta be trippin’/
You on back on that Bull-shit like a Scotty Pippen/
And me I’m on my grind like a fuckin’ skateboarder/
I serve niggaz like a waiter, but I don’t take orders/
And you couldn’t crate a nasty flow if you knew how to contaminate water/
Now you know my Crew Deep and our Skillz is Off The Wall/
My Royal Penis is Clean so get off my balls/
You just a bitch, you prolly couldn’t even battle me without someone to hold ya hand/
Plus you on my dick so hard they started callin’ you Trojan man/
You want it with Lute, well I’ma give it to you/
My seeds spit better than you, to prove it I’ll bust a nut on a cd and send it to you/
I’m takin’ every vote you ever thought you had going for you even ya Moms/
You dug yaself a hole by battlin’ me, its like Bush and Saddam/
Little man you not ready to battle with big boys yet/
You just gonna cry after I shut you out like Maurice Clarette/
You just a whole lot of hype, you ain’t Lebron/
You think you run shit now but you just run ya lips you the rap version of Rashan Salaam/
The only verses you'll ever master is the ones in the Koran/