open mic night, yeah right, turn off yur P.A...
i'm sick of your fake verses their so cliche...
if you had some skill then this would be more illa....
but i don't need my best shit, this will have to kill yah....
i burn real netcees like gas soaked charcoal....
i spittin mad flames and you don't get a spark fool...
hook, line, and sinker, i'll fry you like a fish...
i'm servin up the main coarse, you ain't even a side dish...
i'm sick of yur lyrics, they don't rhyme worth a shit...
take a couple days to drop something legitimate...
i hope three days is enough pleez drop it hot...
cause next time we battle it'll have to be on the spot...
so re-think yur style before comin at me tryin to freestyle...
go home, get some money, and rent the movie 8-mile...
study hard and write somethin worth hearing...
yur words swerve like a car with no power steering...
yur words are weak you know they don't flow...
i'll bag you and tag you like a three dolla ho....
don't get discouraged it takes alot of courage to go against a pro...