Aight Yo,

So you call the word out, ta battle D-Tain
Fist Off, yah gonna Lose yah credit here like ja's Chain
Bearing Rein on yah soul, You lack the Hook, like a broken candy cane
Im Hot like Butane, you Colder then Mccain
Devouring yah pride out of yah body, as if i Ripped yah Jugalar Vein!
As you pore over this Text, You begin To Feel Useless like a Cafs's Brain,
Your Self As a Boy, is Eroding Like Stuck in Acid Rain..
you'd have a better chance of Making it Big, doing a Du-o with Shania Twain...

Key'd in In 5 min.. w/e....