You're done,

Like the weather...the chance of you winning is vain
like if you sold Strepsils...noone would choke in pain
your game...giving the word "failure" embarressment
claim you off da wack...when theres no comparisons
don't be arrogant...your ego's the size of a elephant
he even think showin' his 26-19 record is triumphant
I destroy you for enjoyment, so kid please don't fight
"Da Bury's Finest", that's why his corpse remains ripe
kid's not abstract...but you can't class him as object
kid's wack...no wonder Fashion's OPTIONAL SUBJECT!
fact is this kid sucks, I'll destroy him with just a fork
who's using strings...a sewing machine does the work
kid's a jerk...I'll rip him up and fucking sew him again
the only highlight of his verse is when he just began
the string's gonna snap...it don't matter how I say it
got numbers in his name...it's his wackness calculated
to ranking 9487...that's more than RV's inactive heads
name's string...no wonder he's hanging on by a thread
he can't go far in his career...even if it's his big dream...
CAUSE NOONE KNOWS HOW LONGS A PIECE OF STRING!!!