When I bring it I bring the heat/
You spit like an amateur when Im done with you im moving up to elite./
Ill take you out close range never needin a scope/
Let the bullets fly leave you holier then the pope/
Put a bullet in your chest, sit in watch it steam/
Fill your wound with salt just to listen to you scream/
I got this battle won like Jordan with the bulls/
Have you whistle when you spit when I fill you with all them holes/
This kat think he going to beat me he must be delirious/
Wit a name like Mbenz you rhymes must not be serious/
When the beat drops I flow nasty like the hudson river/ (the Hudson river is polluted)
After this battle youll be shriveled up like an alcholics liver/
You aint lyrically fit to step up to the plate/
Im preparin my lines for the win, checkmate/
Mbenz rising my wins like Los Angeles crime rate/