you dumn fukin herb acceptin a battle by me, you call yourself "bang",
you think you can rap, just coz you in a gang, but you can't, i'm gonna leave you to hang,
one of these days your just gonna have to admit,
that you've got a better chance of winning when you don't even spit,
i gave 100 minutes to drop, and thats still not enough time for your preparation,
you aint got a clue about battlin, you don't no what to do,you got no interpretation,
see, you acctually think you're a good emcee, but you can't make big words rhyme,
the only way you could go on-stage to rap, is if you learnt how to mime,
look at your record, isn't that a sign? obviously not, so i'm gonna have to brake your spine,
ok, now i think it's time for you to resign, coz you've got no talent, it's the end of the line.