Despite, you pre-write, what you type, Im hop’in you can resite, somethin tight, I like,
I’d ask you to suck on this here hairy cock, but you seem like, the type, ta bite,

Posin as a D12 member, tisk tisk, didn’t wanna battle a celebrity, but you insist
I carefully calculate this, creating a collaboration like a chemist,

Your only punches are KayOhh, is a gay hoe, whatever you say bro,
Your lines are too immature, they even be soundin like they written with cray-o

la, Fuck the front lines, I belong on center stage, cuz my inner rage,
holds greater weight, turnin this thick paper to a thinner page;

You should go back to resite refine, your ragitty rhyme so its like mine,
So when it comes fight time, youre able to rock a tight chime;

Cuz right now, its like a loose hoe, its sad how you refuse to go,
Despite all my intimidation, I enjoy your determination,

Its cute how little you, is fuckin wit big me,
Lines so powerful, they jus snapped you like a twig gee,

I don’t care what y’all say, this dudes rap belongs in a ballet,
I’m done with this wannabe gangsta, where’s my vallet...