nomatta who i battle it's all the same-there whack and gay but who's to blame-hardhitter gon remember my name when i leave him obtained in his own little world of shame
leavin' kids crippled wit' subtle tracks-he couldn't hit hard even if i offered him a metal bat
i be layin' forbiddin scriptures so scary- that bin laden will turn hisself in if he hear me
you suck badly and ya flows is ass-your avator is right,your just a little kid trapped behind glass
battlin' me is da closest to the top that you'll get-and might as well put your hands in your ass cuz you da only one feelin' ya shit
time to put dis' one away cuz i'm haedin' in-but it looks like the chances of winnin' has slipped your grasp once again.