yo I can tell dat ya new to dis business rymhereaper/
but ya bout to have stars in ya eyes like converse sneakers/
you betta write ya shit down first pick up paper and a bic/
cause you bout to find out my rhymes is sick/
wats wrong wit you dawg did ya dad beat you wit a paddle/
cause you stupid for accepting this battle/
it aint nuttin you could spit 10 lines and i could spit 2/
but it doesn't matter i would still murda you/
i'm sorry i had to murder you and let you down/
but i'ma have to let it go wit a peace out/