Check our last battle, he was whining, “why can’t I have-it-my-way!”
You wouldn’t get love from me even if it was a queer Valentine’s-day//1

If your verses wore thongs like girls on “Virginia” beaches//
You wouldn’t be as tight, so I’ll keep the last battle a secret (http://community.rapbattles.com/showthread.php?t=121006)

You don’t wanna see me actually battle rap cause I’ll destroy you like broken Cadillacs//
Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch, a loss, I might have gotten you out-of-that//3

I study that’s why I couldn’t reply back, while you in the south getting a wack-education//
LyricalMethod should never rap, he’s giving the dirty south a bad-reputation//4

When I drop a verse, I’m testing your fifth sense cause I know you can “sense-me”//
You wouldn’t win even if you got four dick riders to vote against-me (I’ll KO him again)//5

I’ll make you “capture the feeling” of loss like Kodak moments//
You will never win, put you in the “past” so you can hear a “throw-back” omen//6

Go-and-hide cause I’m about to cut you up into shreds like I rolled-with-knives//
I ain’t on your level? Well than who’s the one that’s O-and-five?//7

The only way you’d ever win is if we flipped-scripts so you should skip-this//
You a disgrace to dirty south rap, you on Luda, Lil’Flip, and David Banner’s hit-list//8

After this you will be like mad pen pals, you won’t write-me-back//
You like Mike Tyson, I KOed you, and you wanna fight-me-back//9
Go back to the sticks cause you a disgrace rap//

Never reply back and “holla”, so I hope you burn hell so you won’t say “hell-low”//
This cat will never win, he about to go on the biggest record loss worse than Steclo’s (check business section of the papers)//10