Man, when they want you to stop is the only time the crowd shouts/
This kid is so off-balance he jumped in this battle but Tripped Out/
Got kicked-out, for being down with 187 WACK-ers/
You faggots explore more cracks than backpackers/
I smack these rap-actors, with a force that could pull more weight than Mack Tractors/
Please, I put u at ease, quite acting hard when your soft like easy-cheese/
You get blown away with an EZ-Breeze, like measly leaves/
You probably like Ja Rule, saying “Pain IS Love!!”/
Sitting on all fours looking at ‘Quil-Spit’ Saying “cum get some!”/
Think you got a chance to beat me- You must be Tripped Out!/
The only way you could duplicate me is if you PRINT my verse out/
You probably behind the screen dressed like a ghetto queen, sportin rags with shreds/
You could only dress your best if u placed a paper bag over your head/
You don’t tread, you get ripped worse than Firestone Tires/
Shit I killed your record, it was true, and your crew wasn’t liars/

It’s too bad I had to play the robber too, steal the win, and clobber you, with an instant grin/
But you always come just-short right? like you hit the rim, or missed the pin/
My words even harm your distant kin, so play it safe and take your Trips to the earth’s brim/
Cuz vacationing on this battle will only end in “Trip Out Missin”/