U a bitch brah I saw you grippin the sleeves of a Villain...
Waitin for my final answer like you was Regis Philbin...
Easy killin,some take it outside I take it to the hearse...
My muscles had explosions of faith like a grenade in a church...
I'm waiting to burst like pregnant chicks in hospitals...
If you see victory you better fix ya opticals...
Your spits Offensive! And i whore authority,fuck ur seniority...
Your the warrior head of gay poetry sorry homme aint with that sorority...
Often I spit to diss-grace a kids plans...
Ur not true,ur soft and faker than sailine implants...
U got the dispatch on speed dial,calling all the time...
Like a quarterless bitch at a coin-op alwayz droppin dimes...
Theres no debate,I'll take wins without bowin down...
Even when using ya big boy voice u still sound like bow wow...
So let me try to make things more clearer...
The only way I lose is if I battle myself in the mirror...


Goodluck kid.........peace....