Damn nigga, your rap has more holes then a target at a shooting range
This rap shit just aint workin for you, so its time for a change
Only way ima stop murderin you is if the price is right like Bob Barker
But if it aint, the scars you get from this battle will be permanent, like a sharpie marker
Speakin of game shows, i got one for ya to play, its called lets make a deal
You gotta do somethin, cause your rhymes be slippin like some1 steppin on a banana peel
I wish i could say i know how you feel, but i cant lie like that
That would be like A Sumo Wrestler sayin that he isn't fat
You took almost an hour to write your rhyme, and thats the rhyme that you wrote
That shit is sadder than watching a retard tryin to use a paddle boat
If there was a ref in this battle he'd have seen enough and would be ringin the bell
Cause my rhymes is just to hot, and yours was uglier Than Sam Cassell
And the chances of you wining is the chance of surviving a case of cancer
But no matter how bad the beating, just remember, suicide's not the answer