You called me out , but you don't want none of me man /
You said you was ILL?? Yer Lyrical Machine Gun Must Be Jammed /
The site of your text makes me want to Sick n want to hearl /
Fact is...I've seen harder punches thrown from a six yr old girl /
Youv'e mixed w/ the most maddest in the world,
So peeps, I must merk him
Then he'll be off of R-B fer 10 Days , Cryin 1 day for each line that hurt him /
For certain Im Puttin A hurtin to this person,
From The first punchline I laced it was a closed curtain /
Moral of the rhyme being, this Bitch could never b hard /
u call me brain less, well if I am , U mustve been born a retard /
But Ima stay spittin till the best in me is gone /
u said destiny will bring u to win , More like destiny will prove u wrong /