I got more balls than you could ever hope to have/
Philosophic kicks shit, that leaves this kid in a nut groping stance/
Your hopeless man, should give up before peeps see how you flow/
Infact shut that battle call jabber jaw and breathe through ya nose/
Leave ya bleeding more than Niagra flows, only hard on a viagra dose/
Break back ya bones like low calcium from a lack of exact lactose/
Only way you claimin the win if ya administrate or learn to hack posts/
Get slapped back into fast mode, this turtle turned to rabbit/
A power wheeling mutha-fucka, back tracking his ass, cuz saw I wouldn't have it/
Trac D, you couldn't hack it, know I'll hear ya verse and reverse into laughing/
Know ya rehearsing ya acting, practicing to stand there/
I'm the demon invading ya dreams you the daemon in fan mails/
Return to sender your addressing the wrong person/
Freeversing this battle hoping ya got skills, not a no-talent or yet worsens/
This kid Trac D? Maybe a D for discontinued direct/
Producers heard ya flows, said "no" ya shits simply stated a wreck/
Hated on sets, get ya kicks and shit, forget we met, rookie/
Send ya ghostwriter to battle, trading writtens slippin trades more than bookies/
I'm the boogieman slammin hands down on ya vocals/
Pull out ya trachea, dissipatin' the voice saving pains of ya locals/