Im puttin you to shame when I'm spittin' my game/Your final words will be cursing my name/You fucked with the wrong KID to make your rival/you wanna be my disciple I wrote the MC bible/ My lyrics is vital I done made my title/ you're still bustin flows at ballet recitals/Cuz you think you're tha shit but I ain't even stressed/Just readin that shit made me feel depresed/cuz I'm feelin bad about pullin your card/A lyrical genius has no bidness battlin a retard/Your lil' sista's friends might think you're the shit/But I bet you never even grabbed a mic to spit/It's almost 11:30 you're up too late/don't make this your 7th time repeatin tha 3rd grade/I'm a lyrical lord swingin my spirtual sword/ in the womb writin my umbilical chord /and you're just a fag hidin' behind ya keyboard/I got tha dope rhymes your broke ass can't afford/At least you got the chance to get your shit heard/remember this as the day that SERVICE GOT SERVED

So Phear that Jackass