yo wutts up you a bitch or a pup you wanna battle me you lucky i dont beat you up,

hey i guess ill be nice with this freestyle yah rite im not the white bitch from 8 mile,

you just wanna step up and get smacked i reign on niggas that think they all that,

this fool has really got me steamy and mad well thats okay ill wrap his body in Glad.

hey shake-spear you cant mask it ill kill you and wrap your body in plastic and wait until your bones turn to elastic

my style is above your state of mind because your a dirty
faggot your not my kind,

you probably write your rap in a diary cuz you dont want anyone to know you admire me.

i could hit you so hard you would need rolaids for a year you fuck wit Phive ill crush you like a Steer,

now when you read this your gonna feel empty and sad not ta mention atleast i know my dad,

now im ending this rap like a story cuz when i win i love smell of glory.