You reached your peak, so now u must think that ur Pac/
Bein a rapper is your dream? Wake Up, I'm The Alarm Clock/
Try to act tough, but your ass prolly already started to perish/
But thats aight dawg, you had a couple of days for your undefeated record to cherish/
Its like I swallowed a Flame Thrower Cus I Always Spit Fire/
Seen Your add in the paper askin "Is there A Ghost Writer for Hire?"/
Your style is wack ur never gonna get to mine/
And after this battle is over ima have u looking red and white, like the neighborhood stop sign/
Now ya got your head achin searchin for punches to return back/
Maybe ya should jus take some tylenol, maybe the whole pack/
You really suck, my rhymes burst at you like they were magnetic/
Stop slappin bitch....oh was that an attempted punch? hahaha...ur pathetic/