i asked for an open battle, not a punching bag
cause every time i hit em, they run outta sand
you live on the end of tha earth cause u wack
only e-rap, cuz ya get nervous and an asthma attack
your the grandmaster of whackness, cant do shit bout this
cause when you were born, me n your mama were doubtless
that you was any use, that why you suffered abuse
but i left ya mama, because she was no more use
i'm sorry to tell ya that your my godamn reproduction
but i'm a lyrical guru and your brain barely even functions