In Cursive-or-Caps, I got these Tournaments-Wrapped
I can Verbally-Bash, cuz ya'll aint Worthy-of-Dap
You Worship-my-Rap, I spit it Perfect-Exact
But don't Worry-Relax, you need to Work-on-your-Act
As I'm Confirmin-the-Math on these Circular-Graphs
To learn your Couragless-Staff aint worth a Turd-or-a-Crap
Your Verses-all-Lack, you need Terms-to-Enhance
You should Rehearse-in-Advance, you aint Deservin-a-Chance
So I'm Cursin'-in-Chats, as I Emerge-in-this-Match
You rip your Journal-to-Scraps like your bitin -ryhmes in tha past
I paid Thirty-in-Cash to fuck your Girl-in-the-Snatch
I saw Curves-and-a-Rack once her Skirt-was-Detached
She looked Perverted-in-Dance but she was Flirtin-with-Class
And Slirpin-my-Sack till I had Burgendy-Slacks
Acting Perky-and-Laughed, I showed this Virgin-my-Tats
I fucked her Firm-in-the-Crack till I was Further-Intacted
But there's no Cure-for-The-Clap, I gave her Germs-and-a-Rash
Then passed her to Bernie-Mac and he gave her Hermit-Crabs
This shit raised his Thermastat, now you need Nursery-Pads