I'm ready to battle at all times, it's 4:56 in tha mornin//
There's a ship goin to "Garbage MC's Island"....
......You're tha first one boardin//

Poetic's face is bruised, it's obvious I'm beatin him//
I'll leave this kat so ugly........
.......He'll have to pay his pillows to sleep wit em//

Your "diets" lookin bad cuz ya chances are "slim", so yo boyz gave to tha needy//
They "fed" you lines to help you win, but you still won't beat me//

If you a prophit make a miracle, end world hunger & quench tha worlds thirst//
Nevermind you already showed me a miracle.......
[color=green].........You came up with a verse//

No matter what i'm gunna win this battle, like it or not//
You suck so bad that if you went to hell you still wouldn't be hot//

It took you so long to write yo verse that you didn't make that deadline//
I read "Whack Magazine" yesterday.......
...............Good news! you made tha headline//

But ya flowz are smooth..........Bout as smooth as gravel//
Nigga you needed GOOD LUCK just to LOSE this battle.