like an fake stampede u aint stomping me,like ya rhymes da only thing u stomping is in turd (ya rhymes are shit)
ya punches arnet tha hardest nor da greatest u should save dem wack rhymes for blurps..............................(1)
my rhymes are da flowest and tha windest exposing them panties under ya pink skirt (da wind lefting up his skirt)
my punches got da nigga feelings hurt but somtimes u gots to take drastic-measurez exert (him) (taking advantage of disability peep'z)..............(2)
iam gonna leave dis last-line with holes da size of pimples,break ya face than car dentures,
punching ya head out of ya brains,leavin ya thoughless,da battle is ova leave him with holes of dimples (3)