You want me to spit first cos you want somethin to feed off/
If thats the way you wanna play I call you the rap moth/
You an insect in the game, a nobody who got no name/
A shameless entertainer who cant reframe from insultin the rap game/
I'll tell you this again cos in the end you'll end up on the curb/
With ja and Irv, that twat from NERD and find you lookin for thirds/
You can't smoke me cos you ain't even on my radar i'm a slayer/
The one player in the game who ain't got haters so see ya later/
You a lyrical masturbater who thought you'd try your luck, so dick you suck/
Down to the bone, like an ice-cream cone, come up an say it tastes like duck/
This wannabe ain't worth a fuck so instead of 10 I do 12 to irritate you cunt/
Jus to let you know that from all the rap labels you gona be shunned/