by excepting this battle you apperrantly have wild imagination
your skills is weak and like bill murray, lost in translation
i'm beatin' you into submission, like im spittin' wit verbal bullwhips
thinkin' you gon win is justa hallucination, like you on acid trips
my words will devoure your dome lik sum fuckin head lice
this aint no rap battle this a stick-up a regular win heist
becuz ya punches "half-baked", take that fairytale shit back to tha bakersman
you mad cuz ya justa tran, tryin' cut off sum balls like dude from tha ladies man
your skill couldn't be fly if you was a fuckin' bald eagle
even ya wordplay is under me, and can never be "Equal
your text mathmatically incorrect like infinity replicated
your brain is ment to contain small shit like car seats