aight my rhymes they gonna kill ya, and leave ya 6 feet under/
or maybe they'll leave u blind like your stevie wonder/
but nigga yo shit stinks, its like a year old onion/
your more like mickey mouse and my ass would be paul bunyon/
you's a bitch and im gonna win, so that's the truth, aint it?/
im gonna bring you down like you a lame version of a gay titanic/
yo this battle aint even worth it, cuz im gonna walk away wit the gold/
cuz im gonna be punchin' holes in yo ass like im punchin morse code/
speakin of punchin', your punches are too sloppy/
and instead of morse code, ill be punchin you out like rocky/
and why u askin where am i at? , u should hope im not there/
cuz ill start blowin yo ass apart till there aint nothin but fuckin air/
your from tha streets of NY, im from tha streets of detroit/
i'll rap circles around your ass and have u lost like a lil boi/
im gonna whoop you wit 16 lines, cuz nigga i gotta go/
i cant believe yo name's money when all your rhymes are flat broke/