yo i think your brain dead instead your head was holo,
i couldnt hear your fckin echos even if this battle finshed tommorow, your lyrics come cheep i bet they borrowed,
ill b turnin in my grave till this is fckin broken up like ya face,
ill slice ya in half till ya body broken, 9 bullets in ya ass you b smokin,now you gotta limp nigga you look like michealjacksons chimp,you betta hand ova the mic while you still gotta chance,im gonna b leavin this battle while i still can run a hundred miles i think you should nigga im straight frm the hood,the only one you got is da one on the back of your coat,im out cause you bout 2 cough up smoke while you got the mic you bout 2 choke.