SayRoux? tha only time ya-lines-are-hot is when u look at mine-and-quote-em,
Ya rhymes? who-wrote-em?? this clown got more fuckin bytes-than-modems!!/
Slit wit gold claws across ya body, more dominant than Holocaust-and-Nazis,
Ya tryin to stop me? but i will ‘folger’ style like it was COFFEE/
Tha thunder struck, how do u expect to even jingle-fire with weak-bars,
Only time ur lines-are-special is standin in SINGLE-FILE-WITH-RETARDS/
Attack on instinct cuz ima killer, and i swing-a-sword-swiftly,
And Kickz? ill Diss-Mantle, without makin fun of New-Yorks-Mickey/
And i know ur styles in bad-taste..im prepared for tha Rancid,
One lost, u'll 'get-down-on-urself' like a Horny-Marilyn-Manson/
Ill blaze ya stee and make-u-flee, droppin, prolly chop-ya-pelvis,
Prove ya weak-style makes no-sense, like 'Kamikazes'-rocking-helmets! /
Felt this, u could never win-this-contest, cuz ya verse is made-of-nonsense,
Saw ya drop-against-me, and laughed at all ya played-out-concepts/
So now u eager-to-bite, hunger-wins ya verse is a stupid numbin-out-burst ,
Call-a-nurse cuz in this battle u tha younger-twin no way u comin-out-first/
So quit talkin shit, or get ur 'cord-cut'-immediately like a new-born-kid,
Is Roux tight? lol, i plead-tha-5th, kickin him so hard that i crack tha bark in my Timberlands//
Burned quick, ya not tha best, or damn near,
So put ya money where ya mouth-is, or in other words a down payment-on-my-cock//

No beef