Yo Genecide, that’s yo name? It sounds like a “STD”//
This nigga must be crazy thinking he can “fuck” wit me//

There’s no way, shape or form that ya lyrics could harm me//
Cuz I’m gonna rip you like clothes from tha Salvation Army//

You say ya flow is tight and you nice but no one believes ya//
And yo “structure” is fucked like tha “Leaning Tower of Pizza”//

You wanna represent for your people in this battle, tha Fatal Tactics//
I’ll outline yo whole crew in chalk and leave Genicide in a bag of plastic//

It’s amazing how I come up with these lyrics, some may say it’s magic//
My spits are “Hard”, structure’s sturdy as “Wood”, I’m a true “Class-Sick”//

Yo rhyme scheme is distorted beyond belief, ya lines is stretched like elastic//
I’m gonna be nice and give something away, here’s a loss, you can have-it//

You know I’m “hot” cuz I live in Florida where it’s always “sunny”//
And always handle my beef, cuz I got more “straps” than a “mummy”//

People laugh at you punches, cause they corny not funny//
It’s ILL Tempa I do more damage than a crash test dummy//

I think you learned yo lesson, so go back to geekin on yo computer//
I got one last question, answer honestly, how’s it feel to be a loser?//