im spittin racial slurs hockin lugees in ya face/
dawg u jus a poet n in dis rap game u a disgrace/
see u comin out n jus tryin ta dis me/
but dawg i got news for ya im a legend goin dwn in history/

see battlein me is like a street fight/
u couldnt get ta my level even wit tha september 11th flight/
ima come out n give it all i got/
im like a bullet enterin ya chest givin ya a blood clot/

see u dunno wat ta say when my words jus spray/
so u stand thier n tell erry 1 ta hit tha D-E-C-K/
my flows jus emotional to ya comin real hard/
im beatin ya in dis battle like u a prisoner n im tha gaurd/

its time for dis ta jus b done/
i jus tor u up like a tommy gun/
well im out n its over/
u got betta luck findin a four leaf clover/
(as in he got better luck findin that then he got beatin me)