u actually think your ryhmes " tight" u say there "tha bomb"//
your the fake "mc" you stole your lyrics from elton john//
shit after i right this ryhme you wont wanna respond//

yo your the " gay" your ryhmes are about as tight as that hole in ya ass//
your the wack mc so face the fucking facts//
yu got no freinds but u still your mom has your back//
man theres no way u can fucking beat me every thing about u is wack//

i finally found out what they make glo-in-the-dark condoms for//
so at night u and j-poll can play star wars//
thats some fucked up shit what u do behind closed doors//
dont deny it ur his gay man whore//

ill knock you out with my use of exquised use of hott verbz//
shit your so wack after this battle youll be lost for words//
my shit doesnt reek, its closer than ull ever get to superb//
the way you prance around like a fairy gets on my nerves//

your the little queer dont cry noone likes a whiner//
dont deny ur gay u hug guys nutts like a swimming trunk liner//
u say im wack but i served your ass like food at a diner//
im only a flyweight and still beat ur ass but i give it to u ur a fighter//
the fact is your the macgyver of all dickriders//