Betta watch out for this boy his rhyme skills are weak/
Even if we were playing black jack you still couldn't hit me/
Lover Boy what do you think this is/
Get back to 3rd grade yo ass is about to get whipped/
I can't believe this boy is claiming this/
Go home you muthafucking ignoramus/
Your lyrics are shit Stop talking out ya anus/
And when you lose don't blame this/
On the situation/
Let me give out a proclamation/
Weak ass rappers don't even try/
I'll kick yo ass out to the mutherfuckin sky/
Lover boy, naw more like little boy/
Get home and play wit ya action man toys/
I can't even hear ya rhymes/
All I hear is Kre stop hitting me please!/
Cause I gotcha on ya hands and knees/
Ain't it about time 4 some real emcees/
This is like KRS vs Nelly/
Crawl on the floor snake/
I gotcha on ya belly/
Bitch you already lost/
Toss him out like a salad/
Let this nigga have it/
And listen to a true hip-hop ballad.
BIATCH