Lay waste /nigga to live u betta make haste/Me u can't trace/
I'll leave u so battle scared even yo mamma won't recognize yo face
I smack u so hard like da earth yo head will be revolvin
I'll do u all in/call me a math teacher/cuz this is problem slovin
Spit fire u a lyer Im da defination of mean
u couldn't make fire erupt if a mic was coverd in gasoline
U a emcee/If i was standin still u could'nt punch me
u so whack u got thrown out of New Howard country(his home)
How u gonna say no Bs when you got shit in yo pants
Look at his avatar/Thats his I GOT MY ASS WHOOPED DANCE
U not spittin fire he's mainly blowin smoke follks
He'll choke/after i pour water down his throat
This was no contest people you can clearly distinguish
u notin but a pile of ashes cuz u just got extinguished