ok ok..
u may be my homie in real life but now its no holds barred//
engulf u in a flame of agony and leave u there burning and charred// as for ur rules dawg, well that makes u a hipocrite//
cuz u just broke em all, just by being yourself// and inglewood homie? well thats some real BULL-SHIT//
your a fat asian wannabe who cant rap for shit//
whats with this "white mans philosophy"? ur asian accept it//
ur weak technique has abosolute zero physique//
whts with this vocab ur throwin, it makes absolutly no sense//
ill beat ur ass in the future, present and past tense//
when i challenged u to is batlle, i thought ud be better//
u realize u lost kid as u read every letter// do u give up yet?
do u realize? can u belive all these words that u see with ur eyes?
thats right son, i guess u met ur defeat// ur rhymes are whack, stupid and off beat// u wont survive a single day if u take ur shit to the street// talkin shit about moms huh? well i got some shit on urs too, i boned her then "loned her" and then there came u//
i wont use all 20 lines cuz i dont need to// i got this battlin in the bag homie, i've just defeated u