mayn u culdnt b tha don if Al Pacino slept wit ya mom..
ya rhymes aint LyRiCal so y u makin up lies wastin ya time..
u winnin this battle wuld b a MiRaClE..wen i seen u wanted 2 battle me i thought it was HiStErRiCal..

i put tha chrome 2 ya dome..n make ya brain freeze..
afta i flo u gon need a new identity so change ya name pleeze..

u culdnt shine if u was rappin n tha sun light..
and u was raised by 2 retarded pussies no wunda u a dumb dike..

i burn u with clips from ya neck down 2 ya hips..
and feed ya organs 2 ya kids..

wanna b poser who think he a thug..
pop u n ya head with tha lead or tha slug..
n shave ya skin off 2 make ya grandparents a brand new rug..