yo, my rhymes are iller than a kid with HIV and AIDS\\
i do poetry, battles, audio, ima jack of all trades\\
but you on the other hand, cant do anything at all\\
because your rhymes are cheaper than, a 1-800-collect phone call\\
in this game im the road runner, and ur tha wile e. coyote\\
u settin traps for me, but you more hallusional than don quixote\\
u puttin up lyrical mind blocks, but i got the wreckin ball\\
i knock that shit down faster, than they did the berlin wall\\
theres no way you can win this battle, get some "rap implants"\\
because my rhymes are tighter than a fat girl in spandex pants\\
hey what a coincedense, i like to cut myself too\\
this is ur 3rd tryout, but u'll never make the WAR LORDS crew\\
they call me ill mental, that dont mean im mentally ill\\
it meants i got a sick mind, which comes with natural skill\\
i'll cut yo rhymes faster, than a hot knife thru butter\\
my flows a real gem, they call it the "diamond cutter"\\
you might as well take you rhymes, and put em in the garbage can\\
cause you got no chance, u up against the "rap Superman"\\
i leap tall mexicans in one single bound\\
you claim to be straight, but ur the other way around\\
you like to call me justin, to try to put me down\\
but i'll cry you a fuckin river, and then i'll watch ur ass drown\\
i offered you some weed, it was the kind from havana\\
but you turned me down, you'd rather smoke a chocolate banana\\
what more can i say, my flows are just better all around\\
my lyrics get you more scared, than when you alone in a burial ground\\
i'll have you seein ghosts, a vampire, and even a lich\\
ur rhymes is like tryin ta put a toyota key in a ford ignition switch\\
its bad enough you got beat by a guy who looks like vanilla ice (me)\\
but whats even worse, is you just did it twice!!!\\