Aight Look,

I'm comin at you with the capability to beat you with a muthafuckin mic check//
i'll stick my beat in my tape deck and spit high tech shit while you get ass wrecked//
i'll polish you off before your internet has time to connect,//
my lines are always correct, like the ticks the teacher puts on my English test//
What? so you wanna inspect? Go Ahead be my fuckin guest//
I bet you wouldn't know which way a lift was going if you had a 2nd guess//

So you want the Mic? go ahead spit you are alowed, fuck me kid i heard an ant make more sound//
The Idea is that you throw your voice right across town//
So That Your Midget girlfriend can hear you so close to the ground//
Ooh Look!!! Guess what i found? A little prick of a bitch called t-pound//

I heard bitches turn you down coz you have a smelly dick//
"he's smells like a fish, somehthin my dog wouldn't lick"//
You cowardus prick, get on your feet and stop with this shit//
I think its about time you had the mic in your hand an got ready to spit//
I'm tired of waitin for you bitch, i want you to show you aint worthy of this//

Did you ever think that you could ever use a dictionary?//
i think you'd have trouble finding the mens toilets in a penitetiary//
You probably have more Chins than a Chinese Phone directory//
Little Fat Shit that belongs in a correction facility//
i'm facin you with a challenge coz i doubt your ability//
Infact your such a waster you'd get knocked back from the iraqi military...