Little bitches like u I can't stand, ryhme small-time, their compacted an canned/
Your shitty u should be banned, then burned beyond a tan, jus for bitin' your name an style from da band/
How u gon' battle me I'm a grown man, u haven't even busted a nut yet wit ya hand/
Your whole persona a crock, I'm a bust ya chops, cuz u not choppa morelike fred/
I bet your best friend name is barney rubble, being that u from "bedrock"/
Your style is overplayed and prehistoric, you more gassed than the hornets/
I mean why u even tryin' to tex, da people that invented your style lived at the same time as T-rex/
Its painfully apparent your style's transparent, couldn't see it wit a telescope/
Its hard for me to cope, cuz just for spittin that shit u need to try scope/
U been smoked, a blount I toked, u a joke, I hope u don't choke/
Sorry loke, u beat me nope, but at least you'll lose wit a clear throat/


Hold That youngster...when u get older you'll understand...lmao