U yakity yak, cuz u wickedly wack, for rap u have no nack/
I'm a above ya rank, u gon' tank, your firin' blanks like ya "nutsack"/
Da bad news, you were battkin' a highly proclaimed lyrical psycho/
Da good news, I saved alot of money by switchin' to geico/
Your style's generic, its not homegrown, your covers blown/
Don't moan, cuz I exposed u as Will Smith's retarded clown/
I'm a lyrical genius, flow's da cleanest, a recognized perfect-o-maniac/
You nothin' more than a habitual biter, a lyrical clept-o-maniac/
To da rap game you are annoyance, u fakeass will smith, tryin' to get jiggie/
If the rap game was named curmet you'd be named miss piggie/
You won't last, cuz ya style's trash, an you know its me you can't see/
U been passed, cuz ya punchlines crashed, cuz da only time u flow right is when u pee/
Nolost4ryhmes da flow strangler, alias da track mangler/
I'm a flip u da middle fanger, cuz I can't stand undercover "rump ranglers"/
All I drop is dimes, read the signs, nuttin' for free, its gonna cost-for-mines/
They murk like nines, they hit him so hard that he's "lost-for-ryhmes"/
Ya ryhmes are poor, I say yesterday givin' handjobs for skills, no need to say no more/
Tryin' to be hardcore, I've seen better shit when my dogs dump on the floor/