Listen, sir-thinks-alot, you call yourself mastermind?
Even If I lent you 1000 i.q. points you couldn't equal mine!
From Michigan, seeing you project anywhere makes me laugh
Only possible talent you could emit would be mine easilyHalved
You couldn't string words together with that intelligence
I could be deaf, a mute, blind, and still make iller sentences
Grim Reaper of Rap? Your only approached by wack talent
Death,should be the least of your concern when you spit that!
Owned you like Santa and his red-nosed reindeer
Ya nose be changin color to, brown when a loss is near
Your records wrong by the way your two and one
cause now that you've lost this battle, we be over and done.


blah @ this.