attemptin 2 spit sick punchlinez, u couldnt b ill if u were diagnosed wit aids//
u rappin iz mo fucked up den white kids wit braids//
i knok dis mans linez like a stray bullet frum a nine//
uz pathetic spitin Nikilodean shit and bittin Aaron Carters rhymez//
u light weight untrained nigga trying to bang swords with a samurai/
a jedi, make niggas resemble biggie when I give U "a dead eye"//
homez is feminine like a long walk through a spring meadow full of dandelions//
u gonna need a team of crack ciropractors to examin ya spine//
afta dis battle i would love 2 rewind time and savour each moment of ya demise//
dont take dis shit seriouse homez whip ya eyez//
but doin dat would only put me through da event of fuckin ya momz and bein dere when u were born//
herez sum advice do sumethin profatible like play "tug of war" wit yaself while watchin ya kiddie porn//
ya name witout looser iz like Michael Jackson witout facelifts//
dis man couldnt throw hard punchlinz if he had cement blocks stitched 2 his fist//

ova....shit but wateva!