I got more Bars than penitentiary's your rhymes elementary//
You beating me is like sayin mike Jackson had plastic surgery successfully//
Theres a method to my madness but I haven't figured it yet//
Your minds in the clouds like a 7 foot russian space cadet//
I'll terminate you like your Internet provider//
with more deadly intent than those kids from Colorado//
Hit You with a table and chair call me the chairman of the boards//
I'll leave you strung out on rap like I was spittin guitar chords//
Don't care whut your name means and its only fair//
Cuz in my win column there'll just be a number there//
Please don't get defensive and bad mouth me//
cuz this aint JerrY Springer, Steve can't help you B//
I'm comparing you to a game on my Atari system//
so I can say you played out before anybody listened//
I'm like a cheat sheet I come correct//
My words are hot even when I'm doin a mic check//
Bring you back to '92 kid Protect yo neck//