aight time 2 do this shit...
yo, itz d.liver.e, straight from belgium gettin' down to business...
I'll feel bad when I beat ya, should've told u not to risk it...
haha, here we go...

know why u didn't wanna battle me... u'll never survive this
I'm already known 'round here as belgium's finest...
*h*ip *h*op *h*ype, y'all can call me triple H
spit rage on stage, break *barz* down like in a cage
u a nobody, your best could never beat my fillers
build a temple of wackness 'n u can b the pillarz
u gettin' outta line... thinkin' u can rhyme
your style is strictly ripped of shit like 8 mile
change ya lifestyle 'n music, switch over to rock
u couldn't write nice rhymez if u wrote around the clock
u suck with wordz, better never go acapella
ur like jay-z only worse, u like to 'rock-a-fella'
I'll slice your rhymez in piecez, like mozarella
I "reign" when I rhyme, go 'n get your umbrella
u a fuckin' faggot ass rookie, ya bitch ass overrated
u ducked me for battle so I know ya feel intimidated
I had enough about u... talkin' 'bout how good u are
u a fuckin' geek without a single decent bar
u won't get far, directionz were left outta sight
still u wouldn't give up 'n putted up a fight
u cheated ya way 2 winz... battlin' some "first-timez"
I'll crush ya confidence like I'll crush ya linez
they aint better than minez, they sound totally wack
u go 2 work in spermbanks, just to work on ya "cum-backz"
though u stay wack 'n your lyrics look like dumb-trackz
minez r bombpacked, yourz just sound like mixtape-rejectz