Rock Bottom, like a wrestling move that’s weak.//
I chose to battle you, cuz it’s a WIN I seek//
Guaranteed to slice you like a surgeon cutting up wit precision//
I’ll cut yo rhymes, like a 8 year old Jew getting a circumcision//
If its lyrics you lack, I already know I beat ya//
My lyrics so intact, they don’t harm you, they EAT ya//
I spit my rhymes wit some rap etiquette, your rhymes so soft I confused you with shit like subject predicates//
I’ll let you do your thing and prove to all, to know//
Not only is your name faggot, but so is ‘Rock Bottom’s Rhyming Show’//
Good luck bitch, luck is just a little of what you need, if this wasn’t net rhymin’, my lyrics would make you bleed//