my stats might be 1-5 but theyre about to go up,
i need to battle verbally cuz you prolly jus a young buck/
all 5 of my loses shoulda been wins,
if you think im mistaken go check yo lens/
call me popeye cuz im eating lyrical spinach,
no on gives a shit bout yo rhymes call umm diminished/
ok nigga you got a couple punchlines,ill admit it,but dont get to excited,
cuz like sigfred and roy i always leave the croud delighted/
you tellin me i like to lie when all my rhymes tell the truth,
this battle a home run, I SCORED 1, call me Babe Ruth/