u got voted to battle me in a general election/
but ur ass got shot down in the inteception/
ur rhyme will make mine stand out in perfection/
like ur mutha fukin dick when its up on erection/
now u look in the mirror and see a reflection/
of u on tv, and makin a multi platnum sellin cd/
2 u, this shit appears easy, but its not easy/
to write rhymes that start to sell, loike me../
so this is to all u muthafukers who say i have no flow/
wel its not that when i'm sellin ur ass dough/
u bitches are borin i aint battlin no more/
these fake ass niggas keep winnin on hater votes/
so their battle record is like fukin 7-0/
now they can chill and drop ten pills/
fall back and start trippin hills, jacks and jills/
you dont even think of people like me/
white niggas who are tryin to be/
the next white rap artist like slim shady/
but we will never get signed, we dont no how/
so i'll stay poor for now, stealing from my mum,
fuk she's a selfish cow.../
i will give you 2 days to spit your verse/
but don't bother cummin back if its like 7curse/
or i will knock your ass down, and stop the nurse/
from saving your fucking ass/
your chain isnot gold/
its made from brass, hurry up and spit back/
u little PUSSY cat

scotty (central)