E-yo, son, when you called me out I felt kinda sad//
Cause what i'm gonna do to you is gonna drive ya mad.//
Cause now it's time for the Typo to steal this show//
I'm gonna merk ya hoe, just want to let ya know.//
It's a shame, you're Penskills but you got no skills to your name//
That crap you spit is s**t, need some style in your game.//
I'm on another plane of existence, you can't reach me//
Don't try and teach me, just go home and bang that banshee.//
Oh that's your mommy? Damn! Oh well at least that explains things.//
In this game son you're Gollum and I'm the Lord of the Rings//
That's right, lead your master to the to the Mountain of Doom//
Where you're goona get crapped on, I hope there's room.//
Don't even bother tryin', don't put your brain through the strain//
Sorry, my little friend, it's time to hop off my lyrical steam train.//