our plots stopped...beat me...i got more wins than this verse has got dots/
im top notch... and the only time you spit something explosive is pop-rocks/
i bruise bars and shoot stars ya egos the only thing thats too large/
you defeatin me is impossible like fitting 10 fat bitches in 2 cars/
your commiting rap suicide like your words slit your wrists/
ill put a .22 to ya chest like you were fuckin emmitt smith/
or ill cut up your body into sections and mail the pieces to ya boyfreind/
nigga play role Yvonne is a gay hoe when i say so ima watch her lay cold/
cause she's so set for failure her verse should read 1..2..3..4..5..K.O/
call this hide an seek..when i apply the beat..you run and hide from me/
you should buy a guide for emcee's before you decide to speak/
i got skills to impress with words like drills to ya chest/
imma checkmate this battle like i was a king in chess/
im winnin no doubt..the thought of you takin-me-out has me raisin-my-brow/
i mean damn clown...it must be 6:30 cuz i just beat you hands-down/
so just keep quiet you don’t wanna see when a bar sparks/
cuz im bout to dissasemble ya ass real fast like car parts/
stop bitchin..like chefs stuffin chicken you always got your arm on cocks/
ya dead rhymes wont make head lines like white boyz in a barber shop/
Yvonne dont even try it...ur flow's are like a one man fuckin riot/