Yo yo yo....
Here I am battlin this ho, Battle Souljah/
You might wanna wake up* for this battle, take a sip of Folger's*/
Forget that, I'm gon knock you lights out, drop that coffee, uh/
You got less chance to beat me than snitches against the Mafia/
You say I called you out? Naw, I gave you your death receipt/
Yo fatass is gon fit* in that coffin like baby shoes on Shaq's feet*/
Catastrophe, when yo bitch smiles at me I get to laughin/
Her teeth are so yellow*, she grins and slows down traffic*/
Yo girl is so fat, whe she plays hide and seek*, it's impossible not to find her*/
I saw a picture of her ass, it's got more dimples* than a smiling boys choir*/
Enough of your girl, I'ma get back to you on this part/
If a souljah* dies in battle, does he get a Purple Heart?*/
That leaves you out of any medal contention/
Unless God saves you in divine intervention/
Here, I'll email you a pamphlet for a whack rhymers convention/
If there was a rappers school, you'd hold the record for suspensions/
Eventually you'd be expelled, cuz your shit is so awful/
Your rhymes got more holes in them then a Belgian Waffle/
Speakin of breakfast foods, if it was morning, I'd be eatin you/
Faster than Anna Nicole Smith bein attacked by a pack of cannibals/
So stop, think... and don't spit, you fool/
I'm sorry I've embarrased you, I heard the weather's nice in Istanbul/
You can move there, find a job that fits you better/
Nobody will take you seriously 'round with your cheesy rhymes, cheddar/


Holla