your the type who would whine and cry /
when you get sliced right back to laidies night/
i rock a mic and lyrikally take flight/
with my ryhmes so tight//
my flow is unequaled in every sense of da game/
i aint read none of ur shit, but i bet its lame/
so lets get one thing str8, your plain gay//
your rhymes can be paralled to that of caramel/
soft with no flow and not to mention slow as hell//
i cant really beleive you had thE audacity/
to challenge me but you did aparently//
for you the best part of waking up, IS waking up/
and livin another day to wear a skirt and make up//
lip stick eye shadow blush the whole 9 yards/
and i laff when i look at u because u think ur hard//
hey dogg u aint gotta mask ur unintellagence/
cuz man id rather sit here and bask in ur irevalance/
now dont think you stood a chance //
cuz i got skill and a dik you cant grab it/
their too large but somehow ur mom managed//