They been blew the whistle for the race but you ain't took off yet/
I damage your body bend your spine like the bars on a bowflex
If you blazin niggas like you say then why you still shooked/
You the type of person get hard after reading gangsta books
How you gone pay abortion money when you can't pay your own bill/
Your names no hotter than the ashes left inside of a bar-b-que grill
You can tempt me if you wanna but that'll just make it harder for yourself/
I'm gone admit you into the rappers convention of "Rappers Whos Lyrics Needs Help"
I'm a real M.C. whos not to be rushed by whacked fucks/
Just stay having your threesome with them two boys Tom and Huck
You took me for a joke and still entered inside my maze/
But don't get depressed after this battle just take it as a phase
You should check my apperance before putting clips in braids/
Your souls like my haircut it's about to become a fade
I'm the master of this and your nothing but the slave/
I can tell you that you'll die on this website and not of old age
You should go see a doctor cause your mind-state is weak/
Battle me 2 or 3 more times if you wanna continue your losing streak
Can't get out my maze well guess what your ass stucked/
Aiight I'll let you out just admit you fucked up
I admit dawg your lyrics they kinda tight/
But the cynical ass whippin wasn't enough cause I'm winning this LYRICAL FIGHT