yo punches stay soft like feather weight throwing..i end ya career when i expose ur fetish fo dick blowing..
"cover up" yo herbish image is showing/
and i aint gotta send in punches to get'chu hit..i'll send in a bitch strapped with a fake dick, and make her stick you where u shyt/

"calm down thou" i'mma just hit'cha with syllables across ur melon..leave ABC's stickin out da side of ur head while ur skull constantly swellon/

geting ur ass kick faster den splurgin and splahing.. in front of da US army screaming i work fo Bin laden..
and leave you with side-effects dat will make you drop only once a year like "MADDEN"/(foot-ball-game)

even thou u tried u still couldnt manage to leave with a win..cuz beating me, critics forbidd dat to happen like a net-sin..
gay ass nicca, probally run around lookin fo trouble just to get lock'd down with grown men..
show rb da scars on ur kneez, and da dried nut stains left on ur chin/

u betta write and recite, to dodge a L tonight..
cuz da results are looking like my newbie fights..
cuz you aint hittin right, like dike vs dike/

WHEWWWWWWHHHH!!!