Ho you think you can write rhymes, but to me I see no potential//
I'm the kat that got fithycaliburs bitch given me brains to where I'm bout to go mental//
I'm sparken for this kids dental wit lead that you don't see in a pencil//
His flows crudential, kid just take'em back//
(Looks to Warlord) Nah, Warlord his skill level ain't far behind they just plain wack//
His game slacks, his dad fudge packs//
I'm throwen rock fists, while this bitch pitches mud slaps//
My Gloc?, it huggs back//
Da shells?, can't duck that, cause Merazh sharp at what he buck at//
I'm similar to gangsta, while this bitch is a rugrat//
a dumb bat waiten to get his sights back...cause this kat don't see who he's fucken wit//
The ill type spit is what I'm strucken wit//
I'll bring a FILTHY CALIBUR piece while cap guns is what he's gunnen wit//
You do a run and get... hit... while I do hit and runs//
I'll gun for this bitch and rip clipse threw his first born son//
Got this faggot screamen for mercy and his cracked head mom//
This bitch spits cum.... and dicks are the only thing he beats on//
Mics I speak on....while this bitch shouldn't even speak//
And how you gonna be real in my game when you cheat and peak in a simple one of "Hide'n'seek"?
...oh......a-ight

Razh