u a punk bout to get fucked up jus wave da wite flag,
i no u weak im on a 2 battle winnin streak dont try to fite back,
u a mc wanna b n u wana c sum1 spit at da level i do but here let me tell u a tale,
this battle is like u walkin in on a test knowin u bout to fail,
yo u a follower anoutha fukhed wit no vocab in the crowd,
my words r like tornados ready to spin u by da spinal cord around,
dawg ur wordplay is horrible u jus cant match,
yo egos goin up but yo skils r startin to subtract,
im a walkin metaphor that got yo whore u guna do yo shit?,
i doubt it ur gay, i no about it but wat i dint no was u love sukin dick,
its sad it makes me mad but wen u a fag u cant b one of da brothas,
yo remember dat test guess wat u failed n i passed wit flyin colas,
u from da chi 2? dam now ppl r guna compare me 2 u fuck wat a fuckin suprise,
u a fukin fruit cake, wit prewritten shit now who u guna call fake?, dam man ur guna make ppl think all ppl from here like fukin guys.

yo go ahed spit yo shit