Well Your Time Has Come And Its Fate-L (fatal, L for Loss)
Kid I Bet Your Lines Are Played More Than The Game Halo
Noobs Like You Always Bite Punches, Like Boxing Tigers
Bitch Go Eat Sum Grapes Cuz We All Know You A Whiner*
Logikal Gives Girls A Small Prick Like Balding Porcupines
In A Deck Of Cards Is The Only Time This Cats Seen A Nine
Juss Like Birthed Insects, Your Only A New-Bee
Your Skill Is Microscopic Like A Tiny Ass Flea
Like Sub-Math You Under-Estimated Me

*=Wine Is Made From Grapes