my rhymes so hot they melt u into the molten sultan/
ur words mis-spelt they just gna be forgott..en/
ill unravel ur rhymes as if they made out of cott-n/
ur genderly challenged like u wer dennis rod-man/
ur tenderly scavenged rhymes pre-written, its a fact-man/
think that ur the sultan, thats nt the way to act-man/
my hunger make me eat ur words as if i was playin pac-man/
ur younger pre mature words plain hold u bak-man/
i will kik u off rap verse 4eva then they'll call u sul-banned/
my palm is too good for ya ill slap u with my bak-hand/
so u'll undastand this aint no battle version of making da band/
eventualy ur name will disappear like it was writen in the sand....