De Niro gets stage fright like a Rabbit on 8 Mile road,
stopped in the middle then ran over by my off-road/
I'm dispicable with a sicker flow than you could ever concoct,
punchlines trickle like blood down ya face when I slap you wit a glock/
ya guns aim but never fire, seems that all your courage has expired,
plus ya whole verse looks re-used cuz each line done been retired/
Stupidity revealed within that last quote that's in your sig,
any moron would know the trade center was bombed while who was alive?... Big/
kid ya need to dig deeper and stop wearin those old beepers,
you still look like you in the 80s and I can tell from your Starter sneakers/

you've lost as bout as much as I've won, how you expectin to win,
shit if the voters don't feel the same way, then they each commitin a sin/ (don't lie)
I'm Fab's whole grill, talent spews from in between me,
you jus that one chip missin, we don't help support the weaklings/
I'm outta control when my lyrics explode,
I'm so damn gangsta that herbs like you pay me to lick my chode/
mop and glow this baldie because his head is like his flow,
and if hair is the same as skill, then he definitely need Rogaine to help it grow/
I'm the herbal destroya like a rappin version of De LaHoya,
beat you directly with jabs and punches like Mike Tyson beatin boys up/