YO,I'm like a one man army,bout to single handely take down ur crew//
But that easy,cause they all touch each other,tape it..then call it blues//
Those faggots would neva get on the map,not even if they were tourists//
Your rhymes are gay,they more refreshing than a bottle of Sierra Mist//
You winning this battle gainst me,is like Bush winning another election//
My rhymes are that close to perfection,while you still having an erection//
Who u tring to fool with those rhymes,they be on TV,being advertised//
If I was u,I'd go disgiused,girls wouldn't like you if you were circumsized//
And you been battling Beatmasta k,that's not rap,that a battle of wits//
So stop playing NFL blitz,U fucked up,like a fat girl with no ass or tits//
You a wannabe Jay-Z,why you talk bout wearing a bady pad???//
Cause the only place you beem shot is on the ass by your own dad//