I guess i could defend or attack, but none of it matters
cuz dawg, you outta luck.....right now you under the latter
i'll leave u bundled n battered--intestines left split n severed
laughin, as i watch you struggle tryna git ya shit together
you're just a bitch on her period, as you're makin ya scribbles
so as an MC you a 10......widda decimal place in the middle
u aint lifted---rap skills? for you, those never existed, son
the closest you eva gon git to a crown.....is wit ya tongue
look, i dont spit fa' fun...i'm comin at u wit my articles blazin
u a zero--looked u up in the dictionary, n u far from amazin
i'm a bit twisted...quick witted when my spit hit this man
chop his verse up,
...........so he knows what happens when shit hits the fan
i'm tired of ya bullshit lines, n i wont hesitate to make u stop
i'll leave u wit crutches,
.......jus to become the first person that eva gave u props