shit man, u talkin shit before my illness even started/
your back twitchin and jumpin like Shamu, bitch u look retarded/
U think I'ma be done before I even start rhymin'/
but do da math nigga, I'm multiplyin huge digits, you only 2 timin/
You're a wack unlyrical bitch who likes to get served by yo' father/
All your shit is gettin drowned in a bathtub, like shampoo mixed wit water/
I'm da Lyrical Ben Wallace, you missin more SHOTS then Shaq/
In this Battle of Brains you are dumber then Homer Simpson, we all go "DOU!" when u rap/
I'ma put this bitch in a place, sittin him down in his baby seat/
Even if his rhyme pencil was spewin' out sugar for lead, his raps wouldnt be sweet/
