Your Getting Beat Knowing That Ya Flows Won't Touch Ground
Take Out The Pad Between Your Legs & All Ya See is Just Brown
If We Go Enough Rounds, All That'll Remain From You is Bones
Put So Much Fist Through Ya Throat, I'll Hear My Own Ring Tones
Hopeing to Win Though You Haven't Proved You're Worth Shit
With Rhymes So Pre-Paid I Can Still See The Proof of Purchase