Synickle ya think yer tha shyt cuz ya got syn in yer name, but kiddo you aint nothin intil you's been in my game./
Ya juss a little boy lookin for some fame, tha only way you's be winnin if ya get on yer hands 'n knees in shame./
Wantin to battle a white femcee, you's be thinkin 'white girls can't rap, this girl should be easy.'/
Man I havn't seen a worse emcee, there aint no doubt this battle will be an easy win oh so breezy./
Sucha wanna-be yer a huge rap disaster, goin on 'n on preachin so much yer like a wack paster./
Hell If I spat any faster, I'd have yer damn brains scrambled 'n I'd be yer fuckin master./
I'ma have ya think yer a dog 'n sittin on all my friends laps, so I can have you fetchin maps./
I"ma keep atchu till ya collapse, till you have a heart attack 'n relapse./


good enough-spit syn

*edit for a spellin error*