Poetic i'll burn u like a pack of bad pussy/
Ya rhymes stink, ya notebook sayin duche me/
You should take notes, I could put ya skills where they should be/
You wanna battle, set it up......here's a taste of what it could be/
And I would neva forget my daddy and what he said/
He told me victory over defeat until i'm dead/
And the twinkle in my daddies eye/
Was 4 me to get money and fuck bitches, and kill u niggaz wit my lines/
It should be a internet scandal, how i sat u don't cuz nobody will ever stand u/