Def, face it //
rap?? you disgrace it //
and you got fucked up by ROB , like im some sort of rapist //
your similar to medicine, cuz your styles identical //
your rhymes put me to sleep, like bottles of Benedryl //
i have to admit, ya'll he started to panic you see //
cuz the only good verse they saw... was posted by me //
ya'll others cant hack it, leave you nitwits breathless //
your so fukin poor, that you sport a paper-clip neckalce //
my actions are wreckless, but nobody's perfect //
i would rip Def by Mouf only spittin my worst shit //
so lets battle and disperse shit, i'll make ya cry and pout //
ya girl got da deep throat and u got tha DEF MOUF //
Ill call you Michael Johnson, Bitches like you run up fast to get killed/
Yo rhymes have no effect at all, like treatin Aids with asprin pills/