i hate guys like you..postin sayin all my battles are weak..//
then u go drop shit like that^..dnt know where u get tha cheek!..//
this guy green with envy..n you callin me the herb?..//
i rip ya shit, wit lyrically intoxicating swarms of verbs..//
why u fukin with me?..u stepped on a live mine..//
bitch u must be high..way u spittin cracked lines..//
dawg u couldnt jump to my level..if you woz shaq...//
u kill u quicker..than a smokers heart attack...//
now u gonna remember who dismembered this fake rapper//
only chance u gotta winnin is dick ridin brotha-hood...//