I'll Pop RV Shots In Ya Brain... But It Still Couldnt 'Site' A 'Rhyme'//
Defeat is Close...Purchasing 3 Billion Watches Won't Buy You Time//
You Try Indefinitely To Phaze Me... But Like a featherweight Ya Tickal/
My Simple Diction Will Leave This Faggots Condition Critical//
This Fag Cldnt Flip Da Bird If He Was A Birder with Polydactyly//
Win This Battle? Don't Be Silly... I'll Rip Holes Thru Ya Dome Verbally//
Motherfucka I'll Cut Ya Face Down The Middle for Perfect Symmetry... So You Look Like a Y//
I'll Feed Off This Feeble Minds Illiteracy, Turn My Attitude Aggy In Tha Blink of an Eye//
It Shows As I Approach This Fool, His Flows Aint Coming From His Throat, But Down-BELOW//
Here Lemme Give Ya A Clue... His Verse Stinks, Is A Waste And Has a Distinct Tint of YELLOW//
I'ma Come Wid Rapid-Fire To Set Alight Hells-Pyre, Have This Faggot Completely Confined//
Murda Ya Cerebral-Nerve-Plexus, prospect Left Ambidextrous, Both Sides of His Brain Intertwined//
Quick MurdA.......
I'm Takin His Head Outta Tha Clouds And His Feet Stood Firm On Tha Ground, Call Me Gravity//
Face Reality...Your Chances of Leaving This Battle With Victory Are As Slim As Ya Girls 'Chest-Cavity'//