Aight looks like im up...here we go...
This two guys are a mismatch...
like Brittneys tits to a bra/
Ur styles'll fuck u over combined like tag golfers...
...ur scores u'll be
2 over par/
This next bar'll result in heavy scars like written off cars 'n' u the dummys/
You makin money to me is funny u 2 only gon be hip
hop...
...if ur words were attached to a bunny/
Aint none of ur
flow intelligent guys its basic at best/
Ur problem...too many dickriders be hugging ur chest/
Coz to me u got more respect than u fully deserve/
U get distracted by others lyrics...thats why ur's aint on point...
...like Kanye it swerves/
And Hits a tree u been hit tag team style...u can tell...
...ur jaws in the back of ur throat/
U two are like athletes...u short of the bronze...
...u got no reason to gloat/