My alias is “cancerous” “I’m sorry your loss”
So if you see yourself beat’n me, just entrust—its just a mirage
See your lyrics are irrelevant, cause trick I’m heaven sent
My flows so funky, (so please just don’t mind the stench)
Your shit was so prewritten I think I read it in grade three
Think I want this win in my column? Its just an embarrassment to me
These peep’s gonna think I’m soft, take’n wins that come this easy,
“they let’n anyone these days” is what ya peeps say, boy believe me.

This Hatter just mad cause he got his ass kicked by a parapalegic
Yall saw the movie, he’s into sip’n tea & beastality, (but sshhhh that’s a secret)
He throws his punches and flows back slowly just to hold off on this loss
See’s the dentist daily just to say “yea mah, I can floss”
Drop lyrics that are ice cold, my comp got purma-frost
Now that I’m through with you, get to run’n, like Randy Moss.