You wanted to battle me, you didn’t know im on a winning spree//
You ain’t gonna stop it that’s a guarantee, and im pretty damn sure everyone will agree//
Cause you cant rap, your lyrics are wack, imma fill u fulla more holes then 50 and Pac//
You obviously don’t know jack, you think you spit hot shit but all your lyrics lack//
Im about to make you lose quicker then Roy Jones, I just mangled you, like I was spitting stones//
Yo I just crushed every one of ure bones, ripped out ure rib cage and played it like a xylophone//
Yo bitch you stepped to the wrong cat, cause you ain’t ready for this lyrical combat//
Fuck you your done wen I pull a gat, cause ill leave a hole in this fuckin brat//
Yo I just commited a lyrical crime, yo you couldn’t beat G-unit101 even if you was in your prime//
This bitch can’t rhyme, he thinks he had a chance but got dominated in ten lines//