this cat fumblin n mumblin,get a mod to shut this shit-down/
before t swarms...wit ma words ima immerse this clown/
i cover him wit 10 linez of sick-spit till he cough n drown/
this guy wudnt blow hot...wit explosives in his back/
im gonna b packing nuclear warfare on this wack-cat/
u wana battle against me?..i murder more cats than ma uncle-jay-z/
dont tell me i cant rhyme...bitch im tha shoe that ur gona shine/
fuck this battle.. ma shits divine..i leave u fucked up after only ma 8th line/
ima drop a 10th give u somert 2 read in bed.../if ur tha blacksmith....
then im the lead, instead of tryina heat me up...warm up ya words instead.