This is the first battle i be ski-daddle rappin in/
Start shit simple throwin punches like javalins/
Eatin up ya lyrics thats pre-written like a vicodin/
Ta ease the pain i got you feelin, but oops you dropped the mic again/
Spit shit that you can't defend and use words you can't comprehend/
You procrasinate to give yourself more time to delete and re-send/
This shits fresher than your latest update at the gay lounge round the bend/
Up ass crack corner where you an ur bro are bound to be caught in incest again/
I drive past you in my merc and make you pump the gas in my little friend/
I don't even tip your ass cos it ain't worth the loss of the dime in the end/
I ain't got no reason to pretend to you cos you ain't no setter of trends/
You the broke ass nigga on the curb who keeps claimin u come from the ends/
I'm born and bred from the bottle to beer can crazy drunk an your soul I'll mend/
If I fed of your shit i know i'd most definately lose cos your shit is whitewashed/
You say it keystyle but you be checkin at least 15 websites to feed ya shit off/
You need help to type like a nigga with downs syndrome and a chesty cough/
You ain't no Kuniva or Kon-Artist when people see u they chuckle an laugh/
If personality came in bottles u'd need a life time supply to get by/
Cos you a small fry rapper, hit you up to the sky and from the ground watch u die/
My ambition to destroy is my ploy to the world that this guy sure did try/
To battle the riddle master so I got one for ya to try to solve/
This nigga think he bad, cos his name got two words/
Ones his mama an the others his attempt at a resolve/
Take a crack at who it is oh fuck it, the answer's you/