aight nigga i know i can beatchu easy and ill murda you/
you'll be spittin so much to try and beat me you'll sound like scooby-doo/
i dont mean to start beef but son yo rhymes are ugly bitch/
if those nasty rhymes were a person they'd come out as prince/
and yous a gay mothafucka, yous about as straight as a circle/
im gonna humiliate u so bad your gonna be as pimp as steve erckle/
and if this battle decided your future job and makin the green/
your job would be at stop lights givin handjobs for free/
plus the only encyclopedia your rhymes would be in, would be labled "FAG"/
they would all be about how to do deepthroat your dad and not to gag/
cuz you cant resist the big jucy cock cuz they have the best tast u eva had/
and this battles' already won and it was quick and fast/
i might as well bend over right now and letchu kiss my ass/