ayo, mad dog why u tryin to dis proliphik,
you must know by now that ure shit dont match his shit,
and come to think of it, you cant touch mine,
you aint nothin but a stupid kid, and yo i rhyme sublime,
and that twitch in your lips, you better get it fixed,
cos i cant even understand a word that u spit,
and those last two lines wot are they all about,
you need to learn how to type that shit thats runnin out of your mouth,
and yo, You aint got nothin on my wordplay,
im spittin lyrics so raw, they'll make you go home and turn gay,
so do u know what im sayin when i be slayin,
you better be on your knees beggin n prayin,
And you aint mad dog you jus a puppy, and wen i glare at you, you'll turn into MUSH see, im out.