You dont gotta chance so rekonize this//
you couldnt “flow” even while you take a “piss”//
my ryhmes are to much for u to hold they break ya wrist//
quit rappin you gotta better chance of “rockin” wit “kiss”//
your punches are inaccurate all they do is miss//

my ryhmes have u broken like a calcium defficient jaw//
you lack-of-ryhmes- was your one fatal flaw//
ill clue you in; you got no chance at all//
you just wanted to “hop” but i made it a “free fall”//

the only vote u might get is outa hate//
your ryhmes are weak dot even try to retaliate//
you lost i already chose your fate//
your the definition of weak; go demonstrate//

my ryhmes are so sick there terminally ill//
its xXxMaztamindxXx that im gonna kill//
when this is over youll be left without hope or will//
rappin takes one thing u lack; its called skill//
your ryhmes are frozen but not solid so just chill//

quit actin like u hard u couldnt get hard by pullin and jerkin//
and your weak ass taco-bell shit aint workin//
after this battle u gonna be hurtin//
u cant escape me im in tha shadows lerkin//

you cant get your own words u lost like i killed u in scrabble//
why the fuck u gotta coppy shit from my other battle//
if i did that to u you would fucking taddle//

u cant sweep streetsweepa im tha king of the street //
u asked for it now im gonna fuckin bring the heat//
ur shit aint original thats why u just got beat//
u aint sweep shit ur down and im still on my feet//

gotta copy my shit outta my battle that irrelevant shit was mine