i got ya sweating like grease from oscar mayer/
my rymes shine more than his that its written in high lighta/
i"ll kanya'em and really put his ass thru the wire/
traxik is going to change his name to tragic when i bust this fire//
your cards are stacked like fullhouse decks on tables/
yo defeat will not only be legendary it will be a fable/
i anhilate yo kiddie rymes like a pedophilac raped you/
even if you sold yo soul to satan he still wouldnt do you label//
never stop going like duracell batteries/
i got ya shook like gothikca with halle B/
this aint battlin this is me spitting preparing for victory/
spit that 100 degree heat that makes fat kids lose calories//