Your punk ass life, aint nobody gonna save//
Like “DMX” I’ll help you, and give you a “cradle to your grave”//
this guy is fraud--faker than a plastic apple//
fruit of loom panties make you more fruity than snapple//
my impeechment re-jected, sorry Born has been re-elected//
if nobody votes for your verse, its cuz u was lyrically ne-glected//
youre tha opposite of hot, if u want you can borrow my sweater-and-t's//
ill even give you my saliva, u still couldnt spit better-than-me//
so this is tha re-election seems like schwarenegger's-in-office//
heres my only none hatin comment, give up this battle you already-lost-it//
once again as said before "PLEASE" find a lyric-con-verter//
and see if C.S.I. can figure out why your lyrics got mur-dered//
Tech Came Spittin Sick But im bout Reverse-The-Curse//
Write Rhmyes on His "SOAP" Cuz That Be Tha Only Time He'd "DROP-a-Nice-Verse"//
My Verse Filled WIt Nutritionist FACTS So Im Baggin Ya Lunches//
Yall Came Up Like Anarecsick Boxers, Nuthin But Weak Punches//
I’ve done won, don’t vote, it’s not an election//
Only time Tech comes hard is when he gets an erection//
Im Killin This Dude, I Think I See Blood Drippin From His PC//
Ima Take A "V" Out Of This "V.E.T" And Leave'Em Lookin Like "E.T."//
Im Ending This Battle, I Murdered This Dude With My Lyrics Quickest Creations//
Fuck A Funeral Everyone On hurr Just Witnessed Cremation//