ur hardly hot, so peep this geek I’m smashin’ em/
This cock can’t get over the net like a bad serve in Badminton/
I used to idol you man, the way you were ill and scored in the hall/
I was gonna follow in ya footsteps… Until I saw the brick wall/
I should be in Saved by the Bell...nah that’s out of my choice/
But the only Screech around here is the damn sound of ya voice/
& i realize ur wordplay has got u spittin them gassed bars/
but u really learn ur 'punches' from kangaroos that live in ya backyard/
don't make me bring up the past and your dickriding DOPE habits/
And I bet u hit me wit more recycled lines than frugal coke addicts/
you stink, your shook and played but go ahead, type away hater/
and dont forget to bookmark this page so you can bite my lines later/