[EGo. looks at his competition, tries not to laugh, an begins to spit wit some HYPE.]

u cry everytime u see me bum /
ill poke out the Hulk's eye an smack u wit his "greenthumb" /
illl empty a clip on ya feet, an watch ur prancin ass /
jump in the air an shit like u was dancin to jazz (hes from utah)/
an when u say u affiliated wit thugs , u dont have many /
ya avatar shows u doin drugs , whens the last time u even had any? /
i jus battled u to show u whos better /
ur under the weather , cuz i reigned (rained)/
an u feel the pain /
of doctors that'll knit u back 2gether , like sweaters /

[EGo., realizing he already won, decides to calm down, an soften up jus to make it a close battle]

ha, i already won the battle wit this clown /
thank god this is text, i'd die laughing if i heard how this BITCH sound /

[emphasizing on the word "bitch", EGo. realizes that greenthumbs cant evnstep up to that, so he decides to lower his standards of flow some more, an sound worse than ja rule's newest album]

an now im on top of the mound, an on top of my game /
already know hes gonna talk about my mom, cuz this fagot is lame /