My punchlines are more deadly than 'I.C.U'
Put you on the third floor, that's where I see you...*
(Intensive Care Unit-Third Floor in most Hospitals)

lol...you aint no "G", I'll expose you like Iraqi Soldiers
This dude's not a hard cat, I'll bomb on you like roaches

Your played out rhymes are as old as flat tops
You can't battle me with yo cheesy lines, you looking for rat spots

i got traps for cats like you, just fall in the ditch
I guarantee you'll come out with nothing less than bruises and stitched

Your nothing more than a fake emcee, riding like your tight
I might fuck around and put a hole in yo bike

If ya attempt to ride, you'll see yourself coming up short
...You dont spit fire, you'll get lit like newports*
(Cigarette Brand)

In a New York minute, you'll see J Dot in this battle winnin'
I'll treat you like Spreewell's, keep your fuckin mind spinnin'

My minds grinnin', cause i came here to takeover
Spit one punchline, give yo brain a makeover

Yo game's over