dis mans postin battles wit out lettin niggas kno/
so anxious to get ripped a new asswhole by a pro
rhymes so hott i leave u smokin like a bowl of hydro/
about to show u whuts a real american psycho
u aint known, tryin people like dis wasnt ya first day/
i heard smartin things come out of da mouth of macy gray
cast ur rhymes into shadows cause dey aint to bright/
got chu growin gray hairs outa prebattle fright
ya rhymes are broke like a guy who just got sued/
eatin ya raps up like black peeps do soul food
so next time think twice before u choose who to battle/
hunt u down and gut ya shit up like grade choice cattle