I'm about to get in this dudes ass, like when Gerbals Arouse Him/
I treat this like a Hool a Hoop, the way I "rap" Circles Around Him/
I'm yo Grim Reaper, my flow seems shallow but like pools it Gets Deeper/
Fuck RB, and I don't like yo Shit Either, I "damn"(curse)yo "flow" like Big Beavers/
You get Zapped to Ash, coz like garbage men the stuff you Rap (wrap) Is Trash/
And you're not the type with massive cash, that, I think We Know/
You reading musical staffs is the only time that you count C-Notes (money)/
The 1 on yo check's lonley Without Zero's, pick up the pace like you Dropped It/
U not a MC, You could pour cement all on da "Stage" and still couldn't "Rock It"/
You're just Not It, so Stop It, you rhyme like you sleep walk Uncocious/
You're last battle was a true and total dissappointment/
It seems that you and whackness are stuck together like Conjoined Twins/
He Licks Ass, I Kick Ass n spit cold flows til saliva solidifies n I Choke on Ice/
"Unorijinal", You need to quit, you seem really drained, like Broken Pipes/
As a matter of fact, i'll cut yo arm off if I ever see you Hold A MIC/