You wanna impersonate a cool J? i'll school ya to Z and rip ya asunder,
Until the only tight J you're comparable with is the grandmasta 6 feet under,
Rapid fire slugs burst through ya belly until you're really sluggish appearing,
You carry such little weight here bitch, you're on the verge of disappearing,
Fearing Neuoromancer, i'll blare flares tearing apart ya shitty roc'a'wear,
Don't even drop a verse, i'm sending you to God so write a 10-14 line prayer!,
Are you kiddin' bitch, you droppin' hot?, more like ice cream cones in Alaska,
But i'll welcome ya with open arms, if ya wrists slit this battle will go fasta!,
You're rhymes a joke, so i'll crack YOU up!, until the only thing you drop is dead,
Should'a learned to watch ya step, i'll knock ya on cement so ya have street cred!,
I killed you faggot Ja'e Roc, split ya skull, now ya wack records zero and two,
Be glad ya have the J in ya name preppy fuck, that's the only way you'll join a crew! (J-Crew)