Ha what is this someone told me I was battling a fighter
U must be mistaking this battle shit for,,, American idol
Well let me give it to u like,, my boy simon
All your friends that say your good ha,,,, ya there just lyin
Im gonna let my rhymes flow all the way to the end
You can try and catch on but youll never apprehend
Im makin u look bad put u back in your place
You’re a disgrace taken u out aint leavin no trace
Stomp in your face lil bitch tried to spray me with mace
O man I better stop now before I bring the attack
That’s my time im out all u seein is pitch-black