U strike me as a middle class//surburban kinda dude
talkin tough tryin 2 pass off//an urban attitude
nuthin tastes betta than beef bein chewed
but when i talk about beef//yo i aint talkin bout food

I'll make you eat your words//there weak and over-rated
then tape up ya mouth//to stop them bein regurgitated
your rhymes make me lathargic/.like a form of anaesthetic
your shit dont even rhyme half the time//they're pathetic

I dont wanna fight fair//so prepare for low blows
you've ACCOMPLISHED nuthin//u win ure battles by no shows
im cummin out blazin at this nerd from the "nasty north"
and raisin debate 2 why hes holdin me in joint fourth

I'll sweep u off ure feet but i aint talkin romance
your head will hit the pillow harder than Diana's did in France
ure goin up in smoke like my cannibis plants
u had ure chance//step the fuck bak//and let me advance