Check it,

I'll piss in your Flow and expose your careless verses/
i'll murder anyone named "edubz", just for stealing their name from Eric Sermon/
Swearin, cursing, slam your ugly face on a mirror, giving you bad luck/
yo, if you were a fuckin mathematician your style still wouldn't add up/
you get knocked out in freestyles, your competitions are hard to score/
You prolly couldn't even win a battle if you read the art of war/
by your record you really must be whack, apparently/
and iv'e read your rhymes, i wouldn't give them mugs to charity/
i'll mop the "flow" with you, your mouth is dirty like frisco's streets/
and you must have ice in your mouth, you can't spit no heat/
just peep the technique man, your flow is getting tossed up/
your now like my car out of the detail..... just all washed up/