You wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Technique is foreign, far from being borin
My style is hard like cancer spread as fast as my lancer
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My styles like AIDS cause aint nobody want it
You frontin like some try hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude
And I'll split your shit, fool
Right down the middle
Play you like a fiddle
I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
You're like Amir who cant rap properly
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
I'll turn the heat up on you to watch you're meat blacken
Nelly think you're fly, but you just got electrified and fried
Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry
How can you battle me and possibly survive
You could never see me and walk away without a black eye
But you only ...how much years old?
So im not gonna be so cold
I'll just see you in the next roun'
Actually better yet just give me the crown!
ready or not nigga here TONY come