your names shitty to beggin wit''
i know all yr verses are rit''

your problems are phsycologicall''
yr scared so u hide in your follicel''

oh and follicel means cacoon''
just thought id tell ya''
ya know dont wanna over heat your brain so soon''

i dont wanna kil ya''
just let y aknow you were a some one''
till i drilled ya''

you rappin liek you got somethin to say''
well then say it bitch i aint got all day''

you act all tough, wut''
battle you? bitch your lucky i dont beet you up''

your quick to pick up that knife''
shit an di though u liked life''

here ill slow down and let you gather your lyrical sence''
oooo the supence, ya right and guandi was intence''

hey put the dictionary away''
we know u sux its ok''

you spittin liek you mad''
that whole verse and you didnt even land a jab''

i didnt wanna kill ya''
just harshly drill ya...but oh well