aight with yo rhymes dont test me, cuz yo shit belongs in storage/
your better off bein goldey locks and testin some bear's porage/
and i would be the papas porage cuz im way to hot/
if u got somethin to say about it u can suck my cock/
yo everytime i talk to u i realize that your just simply alot weaker/
cuz you couldnt wear me out if u stitched me on some ol pair of sneakers/
and aint no one scared of u, u little crooked bitch kelo/
you about as terrifying as that clown fish nemo/
and since i aint the best at least i know ive won one/
but its about to be two cuz before u even spit this battles done/