ur right my verse will be da shit//
dont even try no more u cant spit//
its ur mistake no ur gonna get ripped//
oh im not tryin to hurt ya feelings my bad it slipped//
kid u couldnt be sik if u had h.i.vs //
do us all a favor and quit rappin please//
ur my bitch so bow down on ya knees//
ur punches will never connect and ur styles far from efficient //
your styles passive and my shit is militiant//
im gonna win evryones feelin' it//
my plan is to beat ur ass and imma start revealing it//
yo bitch u better quit with the attitude//
bitch u should show me gratitude//
u cant elevate high enough to get on my lattitude//
even if i gave u a fucking ladder dude//
your style is so old its jurrasic , so i it killed like turock (the dinousaur hunter)
so get back to ur job and suck my cock
look my punches got this bitch in shock//
we all new from the beggining i had this battle on lock//
i dont get why u even spit u must be eager to lose//
i hope u dont have anything to prove//
my punches connect faster than u can move//
u blow and i feel sorry for u, its got me in a bad mood//
i dont kno how much longer in this battle u will remain//
my skill is too hott for u to maintain//
after this loss you rcord will have an ugly stain//
youve just been massacred youve been slain//
now bow down in shame//
see ya plans have been changed//
ur not gonna win so its rearranged//
another loss for u is nothin strange//