kid thinkin he ill well i got the remedy,i rhyme syphalis to put you in your grave cuz my spits are "DEAD-ILL-E"/
when you post a wack verse you only have "yourself to blame for losing" so i guess "your ya own worst enemy"/
play with these words cleverly,voters will see our verses and the win must be surrendered/
cuz eclipsik battles are like "SWEEPSTAKES"..."TO WIN,ALL WE GOTTA DO IS ENTER!"/
yeah this fag aint no mc he fears us ,cuz by accepting this battle u've just "fucked urself " like "SEX-WIT-MIRRORS!"/
son ya cant contest,"aim lyrics at your lungs" ...nothin ''romantic'' when i "take your breath"/
by many its said im best,my punches "hittin 'E harder" than "Red N Meth"!!/
break ya spinal column,'un-even' the 'lines' like a 'seismograph','laptop vertabraes' watch 'backs fold'/
Your style-is-dead, rehearsed-n-old, E couldn't win this battle if he "drove my Royce backwards" to "REVERSE-THE-ROLLS"!!/
leave ya carcus"Washed up" like "lacy petersons body" somewhere in a river, fool/
grippin tools,i spit scriptures the only time u "DROPPIN SCIENCE" cuz u found "CHEMSITRY WAS TOO DIFFICULT"/
clap this bastard,put em in the back of the truck now their nothin but "JUNK-IN-DA-TRUNK" like " the ass of J-LO!" /
turn ya fitted to a halo,in a way we're similar cuz ur style is "O.K." and mine is to "K.O."!!/
if you ever recited virts lyrics my words would make you have seizures n choke/
get the pope,i have a "sense of humor" ...im battlin these " clowns" to prove "i can take jokes!"/
got u "scared of me sun"(son) like "albinos in the summer"/
i'll wreck u again after this and give u so manylosses ur record looks like a SERIAL NUMBER!/
lyrically detatch these maggots,so keep my 'name out your mouth' till I tatoo jac on my DICK,FAGGOTS!/
(Soften tha blow)
ur flow is wack ur time is wasted/
i'm nice as hell…… so you might as well give inn like tavern-donations!/
Spit rapid-notation, ample in murking-gays when the verse-displayed/
Cuz the way I run through ya lines you’d think I was helping rehearse-a-play/!
I’ve murdered all and the herbish-fakes back for more; u’ll throw-ya-life-away/
And he doesn’t ghost for crews he got none but E known-to-write-for-daes/
You’s a trifle-gay……mayne, powder pimp? that should be yah crew/
and when girls say you well hung they just talking bout how I killed-you/
Sit still-duke! Watch n learn as im toppin herbs, you fags-with-the-worst-lines
and I’ll only re-call ya name… if you didn’t answer-the-first-time!/

(BREAK DOWN)
Ya losing again the usual win for me I'll rattle~ya~block with lethal flows so/
Most know the only time you have battles~on~Lock is when people no show/
If The Streets are the road to success, his have a 'dead end' sign/
Cuz we've seen 'no proof' of U's 'strength'- like non alchoholic wine/
Me?-Stellar.. Jac?-Never.. his avatar has got me thinking-this-fruit's-queer/
and you'll lose here cuz the last time you had A W was drinking-the-Root-Beer/
yo How you got a life ? U always online, U STAY IN THE HOUSE./
Only clique you roll with is when u play with your mouse./
an this kids probably gonna say hes ill an got jewels an we knew/
tha closest hes been to shyne(shine) is watchin tha mtv interview/
Play and be played, you're finished kid, you're elevating wont ever help/
you'll be forever delt.. cuz ya verses like ya sex life, you were never felt/