Starting by quoting your name, is lame, hitting you wit subliminals
My aim in this game, is to spit rage, like an animal
Like a pity the full, I'll destroy ya, if ya ain't careful
You can try and be influential, that ain't hopeful
Your Rhymes Are Pre-Pay, Probably bought them off Ebay
I spit a real MC-way, while you spit the queer he/she-way
Your ego needs deflated, stop ya from getting hurt
Fuck a reality check, you need brought bak down to earth
With a bang, not from a gun or knifes
There is more than one way to destroy your life
Don't you ever say in your raps, you get crunk in da club
Coz you're even too young, for the mickey mouse club
As you see me, I always walk around with my own paramedic
Coz I spit so much sick, I could die on ma own vomit
This battle ain't even a competition coz I ain't that exhausted
To be honest you suprised me with how long you've lasted