FatMan's Verse:

battle these two? what is this the loozer wins?
they get kicked out, like there dady on the booze again/
jays got a fan club! nah its just synikals usernames/
compared to these bitches, resovoir cats a cru of men/
thinking they assassinators cos they only hit-man/
jay, ull never be off the wall like ur avys stickman/
these pussies easy to rob, like hippies sellin herbs and bongs/
rhymes so fake they even call themselves verbal cons/
they getin net windows closed cos they stench so rotton/
no wonder why in ur cru roaster u two fags at the bottom/
jay says syn's crap at "loving"???? he must love to rap??
don’t share drugs but the dog sniff each others cracks/
out dated like winter coats plus they smother backs/
ending like the film the dogs shootin each other, twats/

NewSense's Verse:

the verbal convicts huh is that why can't u get ur words out
try and run away from me but end up doin a burnout
then it's me and fatman aka batman cuz these fools i be robin
u could have a stash of pringles and u wouldn't be poppin
u just droppin like humpty dumpty but u ain't off the wall
nah not at all like them shitty yank cars i got u stalled
this ain't no brawl u just some sweeter than candy pansies
u couldn't be hard o'dn on viagra n feelin randy
u just sum college geeks that never aknowledged heat make u throw a wobbly thank god for your anonomity or i'd be on a bombin spree on these wack cats like iraq u don't want war like chiraq