Ayo,

Your insipid cliches are destined for weak review.
All bets are in, kid, the odds are stacked against you.
I know you're slow, so I'll spit slacker 'till you get it.
How do you expect to win when you're shit's incoherent?
You wouldn't recognise a Beat if your name was Al Ginsberg.
From the "best minds of my generation" you're excluded.
Deluded, if you think that you're gonna be winnin' this.
You're not a rapper. Just an amature enthusiast.
You're all alone, lone1. I'm the fuckin' loan gunman.
My magic bullet is that you just don't got the know-how.
So watch now, as I cast you down fuckin' prostrate.
Rip that wasted tongue out and ram it right up to your prostate.


Gl. Pz.