Da whole time u were rhymin, I came to a conclusion/
Your "new style" is so wack, it causes da whole world confusion/
Your lines are fucked up, like Oprah doin sex up da butt/
I got a question about your verse and that is.....whut?/
If I were to give u a tip about spittin your shit in lines of ten/
It would be simply, read a fuckin dictionary, and make some sense/
It's easy to see that your shit isnt even close to bein worthy/
In this TRIAL of styles, I'll let u pick da witnesses, judge, and jury/
So here's your SENTENCE, u get your whole life in PRISON/
For bein a whack lyricist, like a nerd, your "punches" are missin/
I could bring a doped up clown in this battle and say that it was me/
Wit my pen and paper, I'll kick this nigga and punch out his buck teeth/
So finally, end of discussion, period, I'ma make sure this dude's dead/
Riot's makin sure he's DAMAGED and he's only got negative ONE lives left/
