Call me tha sushi man cuz my rhymes are "served, chopped and raw"//
you kinda similar cept that u "swerved, flopped and broke tha law"//
when u decided 2 battle boone "awnaw", man u musta lost ya mind, what a fuckin crock//
hell, my flow could make a willie nelson beat rock//
heres a coupon to rhyme-a-rent, sorry g but im usin u ta make a statement//
i lyrically rip u apart and leave ya shakin on tha pavement//

Runnin mo game than MJ in his prime//
Flippin mo skripts than Spielberg and bitch its Show Time//
but not at the apollo, my words you are forced to swallow//
though not easily digested, after this battle you better get tested//
cuz my lyrics carry Sexually Transmitted Illness, and u just got raped by em//
if Darwin made laws about rappin boone defy em//
if your CDs were 120% OFF, people still woudnt buy em//
Dont they have classes 4 gay rappers? u should try em!,//
matta fact, ill pay for it, guess ill have to buy competition//
cuz fake ass emceez like you always come up missin//
your rhymes must be in special ED cuz they fuckin retarded//
im on tha last lap and u aint even started//
its over bitch, tha flag being waved is checkered//
tally another loss to your lame ass record//