if rhymes were money, you'd still be broke//
all that shit you spit was a choked up joke
i had shits that sounded better than you//
you need to stop tryin and stop sniffin glue
oHIo, the heart of it all//
you show up to batttle man that took some gall
but ima shut you down like afghanastan//
no remorse, no recourse,put you to work at the daily chores
you make me sick, like vanilla Quik//
you aint shit dick, go get ya clique
droolin on the mic like novacaine//
insane i remain to kill and smash brains
comin with the force like ROUX"strikes back"//
leave you "on the road" like Kerouac
more pitiful than "achy, breaky heart"//
like Humpty Dumpty, your shit just fell apart
verbal fist smash your grill back in//
vocab of ten, mighty thin, mortal sin loss no win
segregate, good emcees from bad//
you just mad,sad, wack and had
a has been, like 2 live crew//
but those guys got laid, i don't know about you
waste all your breath just to put me down//
like crusty, you just an old rusty clown
castalia, all in the sticks,//
near Galion, clyde and the rest of them hicks
get back on ya tractor, plant those beans//
with ya cowboy boots and wrangler jeans
wal mart is where ya bought ya gear//
what you gonna be this time next year?