Yo, who is this "Kid", Charlemange supposed ta be?/
I'll roast you and even have your mom on here to vote fa me/
I get on the mic and disregard you, showing no repect/
If I had giant lungs I'd breath in the air around you and hold my breath/
I won't even think to battle you, i'm really just waisting rhymes/
and it's like I bought a watch n just threw it away, i'm "waisting time"/
You got the whole game twisted, like a braided dred lock/
I won already, let's stop, coz yo rhymes are ancient like Bed rock/
You can be some one's agent and still couldn't represent/
this dudes lyrics wouldn't even shed light if he was Thomas Eddison/
I should let you win.. syke!, you need to just let it live/
he's mensioned guns? i'll shoot yo spine and wet yo back, like a mexican/
saying that you shoot until there isn't any "shells" left/
the only way yo fat ass won't have shells is if there's no Taco Bells left/
So now you know, you should never cross me, like i'm the US border/
just think about that whack shit you wrote and go sit in the corner/