My rhymes burn hott like 8 candles lit in hanaka//
Your rhymes are fucked up like mut camels mixed wit lamas//

Ima Emcee Professor on da microphone//
I just started dis site son, hows it feel to be beat by and unknown//

These lyrical punches knockin ya down like da hit man hearns//
shit every one here is gettin some turns//

its ur time to rest, im puttin you in the hurst//
and while im at the worst this shit right here was unrehersed//

So why while you sit there stunned, fucked and confused//
ill let this one go champ...your excused//