Young mix stop thinkin your rhymes be fulla trix//
Cos you jus be suckin dicks behind a wall of bricks//
Got the record of 1 an 6 but that shit don't add up//
It collapses on ya an makes you look like in the mud, stuck//
Bin in since september and you still ain't elevated boy//
I'll hand it to ya on a plate "you an easy win. a lil kids toy"//
You can't go toe to toe with me, you jus lousy, an industry fake//
You lose every match in this game how did you win one for fuck sake//
I'm done with you now, this shits over//
Now get back on ya knees an start preyin to jehova//