hate to break it to ya but no such word as Mariner/
stop hating cause your mouth was just around this 9mm wiener/
i dont own a weapon, but i can fire you from your profession, you progressin in regression/
you gone so far back that you at the finish and i'll diminish/
any lines you spit about yours truly, when i flow the crowd gets unruly, you about as downtown as julie/
if i had a dollar for every emcee i kill, id have about 76 extra hundred dollar bills/
and that number is ever-changing, your rhymes need re-arranging before my bombs start raining/
and im still a hip-hop assassin, i leave you asking yourself "what happened??/
you left the stage enraged, you got beat so bad it was on the front page/
i dont need your credit so forget-it, my rhymes i never edit/
I'll set you on fire like you was petroleum, walk all over you like linoleum/
i'll be nice to your girl and use the thumb/
i got multis past the greatest number, after i spit listen to the claps like thunder/
Its no wonder you're "gods greatest blunder"/
i flick you off like a light switch, i strike you out on the 3rd pitch/
you a switch hitter, you about as sucessful as John Ritter/
dont forget your batting stance, you aint even worthy to do the back-up dance/
just forget your rappin ploy, you dont deserve to be bat boy/
better yet if rappin was basketball, you'd get the 30 second "wack" call/
just cause they feel sorry you'd get 3 freethrows, and throw up 3 airballs yo/
better yet if rappin was golf, you'd get so bad like America did to Adolph/
you 50 over par, if you was happy gilmore i was in the car/
hold up what if rappin was rappin, oh thats right when you drop no one even clappin/
except from me and ya moms when my nuts be slappin/
i got an analogy for all you fallacies, you should step to the side with the rest of the weak emcees....