When you gonna learn son, you just cant rap\\
wish for some rhymes for christmas, when you sit on santas lap\\
now you in a crew, so you think you a big bad thug\\
well yo crew aint shit, yall been swept under the rug\\
a bunch of fuckin outcasts, who cant fuckin spit\\
didnt make it into the WaR LordS, because i popped you like a zit\\
homie you dont gotta lie, about fuckin no bitches\\
cause the only girl you ever seen, is your self in the mirror while you washin dishes\\
you just a little wannabe, who wishes he could compete\\
but when it come to battles, his rhymes are obsolete\\
i have a good idea, why dont you just quit?\\
you'll never ever gain the talent, to write a decent spit\\
and its cool if you wanna go ahead and spit some fire\\
because of the fact i'll keep on comin back, like i was michael myers\\
im unstopable like yo fat momma, when she want some food\\
i got a lyrical airstrike on its way, fuck your al-samood\\
so after this battle, ill get the win, and then be 4-2\\
just a little cock jockey, you and your weak ass crew\\