how u claimin bedrock but choppa city is outta new orleans/
this your next battle lost,like nastradamus this battle i already forseen/
you just a baby,spittin nursery rhymes,wastin my time.11:54,its past your bedtime you only thirteen/
ill get you to bedrock,snatch your nikes get you barefooted like flintstones/
little self peddles cars like fisher-prics gotcars for the imaginary grown/
u too little for my level wait til your hormones began to develope/
miniature i stuff your words like spam envelopes/
u the type to get infected from premature erections,after visualzing 2 cantaloupes/
u progressing de-aging the only way to get a *step up* is from me, i got the antidote/
ill MJ your ass, i speak softly,then seconds later by me chop get lyrically groped/

okay youngin immma bout to go a lil above your level of understandin might need a dictionary...

meticulously ridiculously spittin ill, *thus~see* couldnt get *funds* if i was *worth* *trusty*/
if i got trpped in your crib my young son.. ur toys sitll couldnt rattle me/it just be *must see tv* like friends ill *grace* you with the *will* to battle me/
imma kleptomaniac i keep stealing these wins, nymphomaniac i keep raping these emcees/
you cant be me you see,im not the one trying to Me,while watching MTV/
choppa city thought he had this locked in like he was part of da band/
but ill be the one to stalk your ass like mtv ultimate fan/

man im done im sleepy as a bitch!! too! but im done, what yall think???? no feeding choppa!