jpoll thinks he's the best, I underestemate you because your rapping is wackness/
take this shit inside you, my words are like pride, they breath down living makeing you die/
preasure amounts of blood boils that are roasting you away like in an oven as tin foil/
i'll gut you with the razor blade I just shaved my balls with lol/
can't take the heat neither the beat, it'll sweep you off your feet dealing with the faker/
this guy's a make up lover, wears red lip stick who's into glossary, trying to look like J.lo/
Plus your face looks like a fugus not the mushroom kind but the rotton kind/
You can never catch up to my league, it'll put you down and make you smoke weed/
after all jpoll an't on a role, stole his spot light, fighting him off da mic/
remember me im dynamite don't want me to light the flame and watch the spark blow up watching you blow to fragments/
your in the trunk of my car with five padlocks secureing the trunk jammin it/
hear you strugglein, leave you wid some classical music to listen, when dropping you into the bottom of the sea sinking/