yo,
dis dude thinks he could rip me, dis dude couldnt rip paper/
he couldnt rip a skirt if he was da southside rapper/
u need to eat ya wheaties to cause me lyrical harm/
u couldnt win dis even if u was lucky charms/
no beef dawg, dis is just a friendly battle/
but u couldnt stear a rhyme boat wit a 10 foot paddle/
by da time dis battles over, u goin beg fo yo rattle/
Ill lite ya ass on fire like a blazin' saddle/
i read yo otha battles, Ill admit u pretty ill though/
but yo rhymes coudnt amuse anyone if dey was a vibrating dildo/
i embarass u, wait till ya dicks erect/
cut it off and make a gurl ask u fo sex/