This bitch think hes raw an uncut....til he got circumsized...
cuz ya battles are good 'around here'... like u battling circus-guys...
There ain't no way skaal verse is efficient...
each one of my punches i'll make u roll over like cingular minutes...
ya only retaliation is im 'ducking and u'r-gay'...
But battleing u is a waste of my 'fuckin time' like foreplay...
i'll twist ya head back an smack it forward.. to take ya hype- away...
why u trying to warm up to get served... like a microwave...
none of u'r metaphors are bangin' they back-fire...
i'ma jack this nigga up... like i'm changin a flat tire...
ya sound aint hot... there more like local trash...
So i'ma snap skaal in two like quick countdowns for a photograph...
these dude' i'll get fuckin crucified to bones next...
cuz this fruit is 'nuttin' to my lines like 'phone sex'...
MOTHER FUCKAH....

YOU NOT FUCKING WITH ME...
AT ALL....
EZ....
7 bars is all you get... FAGGET!!!

and im drunk BITCH WHAT!!!