[dis aint a real battle, dis jus a scrimage/
ur too weak blud u need popeye spinach/
dont talk gangsta when u know ur shook/
u jus a worm caught on my big fishin hook/
my vocals are like a clip/
and u gettin shot wit every ryme dat i spit/
while u mamma lick clit/
fat lesbian bitch/
but she always got time for a suck on my shit/
u pirate lyrics like long jon silver/
if ur girl wants it on time u know i'll deliver/
and when its all said and done ive won dis time/
i know u cat lyrics but dont cat mine/
so u can swing ur best lyrical punch/
and ill dislocate ur wrists and hav ur fists for lunch/