(Quick singing)
Every body listen up its a even match/
2 and 1 our record what you think of that/
2 even mc's about to rap/
ITs time to seperate the man from the child, the child/

this mutha fucka is like child, sounds mild/
a little hypocrite bitch with no rhyme style/
what so ever, not to clever but he tries/
its a joke bitch to only spit 10 lines/
and when my 10 lines are up you sit there shocked/
cause what i got ruined you, who are you, you just got dropped/
you just are not, qualified enough to take on the the one that cant be stopped/
and i throw punches that put you on crunches and leave you crippled/
im like a missle.........your the target to diss fool/
dont you get it, wake up bitch and smell the aroma/
of the folgers coffee, your not me your in a coma/
Im sorry bitch this battle is about to be over/
you shouldn't even try, cause i already got 16 voters/