look at this kid you just a bitch on a dick you think you real but we know you as fake as pamela's tits/
Cause read your rhymes jalapeno flavored laxative is the only way you havin hot shit/
Fuck the small talk I’ll straight shove my dick through your skull so I can fuck with you mind/
Plus you must have had lyrical liposuction cause you’ve never had a phat rhyme/
Blast at you with the tech your skillz arent on my list of checks/
Face it bitch you beatin me will never go down like the national debt/
You were never ill but yet and still You getting filled with holes like a black and decker drill/
This the end of you beating Qidd You must be more nuts than a festival for donating testicles/
yank necks in assaults Skillz not safe even reincarnated As bank vaults/
disturbing the haults Knocking Off Your Partners Like I Was fuckin murdering the waltz/
Im the best all the rest are average my text is fantastic I was raised to never respect a faggot/
So I stay wit techs and automatics cuz i always got tricks up my sleeves like inspectah gadget/