learn to spell before you get sent to hell with the signaling of this bell/
i cast a spell on the mic and send swells of venom at all you shirelles/

you prepubescent adolescent shoulda learned “not to fuck with me”/
he feels violated, cuz this brother found my rubber in his baby seat/

yous a no man, finding people to fuck with like another “ho man”/
pardon me, but this is like Yao Ming versus Gary “Cole-man”/

like a lyrical “mic tyson” its nothing he’s seeing when i start the beating/
he wants me to “feed” him my shit cuz thats the only way its me hes “eating”/

so to keep shit going, i’ll pointout that your rhymes are just faggot affection/
stretching your lines out like elastic is the only way you get “A-Tension”/

i inadvertently get at your heart “strings” like i play the “fiddle wrong”/
your game is far from “elevated”, but i’ll make it “get low” like that “little john”/

round the bend here comes the end i stop your fire like i was “dousing jets”/
i’d risk my nerves, that i have better words, now isn’t that an “ALPHA-BET”/
while you be spoutin teks, like a home run i’m “uppin and outtin” vets/
bend your back into a crack, now your whole body is in a “convex”/

when you battle me its plain to see, that i will leave you with sleep less nights/
you “never knew what was “comin” like you were fuckin with hermaphrodites/

i’m robbing your bloodstream, like when your little boyfriend jerked ya/
i must have buried you in a “swamp”, cuz dawg, I FUCKIN “MURKED” YA/

ok now its your turn. spit back.