rite now this aint no rookie bulshit/
unlike you and your name fukin Quil spit/
so do u want a rap career, sat bak wit a can of beer/
well come on wit your verse and lets hear/
how your gonna show your self up, so belt up/
cos this is my ride, i was gonna fuk ur mother/
but she was too wide, but fuk i tried./
so u give me 30 minutes to say my shit/
u need 30 minutes to wash your arm pits/
ima blow you with my shot gun and ull be in bits/
u rap like killer-chop-cuey, hes full of the shits/
bull shit, dog shit and quil shit./
this battle means nothin to me/
im jus another white mc, whos tryna be black,
but u look at my lines and see i dont slack/
have u ever seen a spack, oh yea u do have a mirror/
have u ever been iraq, wel im sendin u 2mora/
im the fresh prince of bel air
and your the fresh prince of bell end/
ive won already so lets call this the end.....