I'm-a go nelly on this kid and teach him some kuntry grammar.//
this ain't a rodeo dawg, it's a fuckin' freestyle battle.//
you comin' sportin' chaps and that gay ass cow boy hat.//
you leavin' with broken bones and both eyes bruised black.//
I'm sorry... this may be your passion, but honestly keep it to yourself.//
you suck worse at rapping then if tyson put a record out.//
you pint size like ya lysine count was down.//
so is ya fan base as-well, it's mine now.. no-one's hearin' ya shit.//
it's like you was try'n to get through to some def kids past a 10 foot brick fence.//
It's never gonna work... you never gonna be anythin' but merked.//
a marked man, I'm made, and made a dark plan.//
lay in wait pray'n words of hate with a sharp blade in hand.//
and when you aproach I attack abroach and poke the cold steal through so you know it's ova.//
another rapper chosen and blow'n off my shoulda like a speck-a-dust.//
expect-ta- be-dumped on and get no votes, Z-E-R-O, //
spelled out for you 'cause I know your intelligence inferior.//