Yo I spit ill, so challengin' me is gonna get you killed
But still, it's hard for you to chill
Cuz my homies r out there to make u thrill
I'm gonna burry you alive, so you betta decide
where you gonna hide cuz I'm not gonna be kind
I bet you doing just fine, layin your ass down wit your face under sunshine
But then suddenly an explosion, you flying round in the air
You've been hit wit a sensation but does anybody care?
Your bitch cryin with her hands in her hair, sayin it isn't fair
But i'm just wondering what does she wear?
This is just borin battlin against Rappin' Masta
Bet he sounds like real disasta
Haven't got the skills to write fasta
You're bout to be hit with bullets comin from my baretta
Or be prepared to be stabbed by my stiletta
I really think this masta shud blow a dick
He's gay after all, cuz he raps like shit
Don't have to think about givin me a lick
Cuz i blow you away, just gives me a kick
This battle is over, dude your verse is gonna have to be sick