Fire aint the word son, you're surely far from hot
Fuck winning this by a hair, i'm bout to open up a barber shop
Now you can try to "grasp" his concepts, but the wackness may hinder
Nobody's feelin' his shit, like flushin' frostbitten fingers
Your style is newbish kid, can't get accepted into the worst crew
You should change ya name to...
"I-dash-my-multies and Capitolize Every Word In My Verse Too"
Half your lines don't make sense, future isn't looking too bright
You force wordplay and vocab, yet you can't even spell em right
Face it kid, you're plain wack, you could never be raw b
Everyone knows "P.I.M.P." got played out by BET and MTV
Nobody challenges me, they've seen what Trouble can brew
Lay you on ya back in front of McDonald's so you can see your first W