all out war turn into Patoon,, sweepin battles
like floor-broomz.. and u just happen to be
another herb i spotted in b/s forum/

caught ya creepin cuz yo dice wuz on snake-eyes..
i can give'ya several tries, and each time i will
crush ur demise..into tiny bite-size/

i'll rip you on text N mics, with throw-back lines
i dont like..and despite who-eva wins da fight..
mines wuz sum recycle trash i did in
open-mic/

knocking u out the box like da clown who wuz in-it..
and dis-arm all ur defended material less den
a half of minute..
yo verse is a gimmic, so i decided to go first
just to quickly end-it..
and if i dont leave you broke, prepare to get
bented/

demolishing dis puny pathetic text fighter into
star-dust..prooving u can ko dis fool
with-out the power to cuss..
making dis battle looking like a louis-ville-bat-vs-ur-nuts..
u need the aid-of-band cuz i'm creatin new cuts/

only way u leaving a scar is if u absorbed my
energy and threw-it back at me..
but da only way u posing a threat at me, if u
planning to explode da whole world up with
acme..
so it my be hard, but try and think of sumthing
to create to come at me/


holla