I hear you talk shit but there aint no sizing me up,
When u battle in lil letters why u scared to speak up?,

Theres a name for band members...faggot ass huney buns,
Theres normally 4 or 5...but u all them "spices" rolled into 1,

We know u stole that style from capitol...bitch it proves u a biter,
U set urself up for this k.o...u should've named urself...I'M NOT A FIGHTER!,

Big ups to ur recording buddies dawg...no# 2 and no#3,
This guys a joke...jus do ur avy and jack ur buddies,

And ur punches could never be funny...if u were called Nitrous oxide,
Only way ur entertaining...is when u on rotten.com & we watchin u die,

And whats wit ur obsession wit multies...u think it'll make u a more man band?
Coz the truth is...u got no love as a child...
.............momma was too ashamed to hold ur hand,

One-Man-Band no-man-can flow-as-bad as-this-man,
Rhymes like jam sticky and clammed perhaps u should keep it in the can,