You spittin quick shit//
you bout to get ripped//
your lyrically challenged, nothin you say just quite fits//
Quit your whining start ur dineing, your bout to eat everything i said//
So enjoy it, Cause I spit tight spliffs that drop ya jaw open//
Hold on before you write back take a couple minutes for this all to soke in//
My rhymes flow through you like cancer//
your better off going back to being a dancer//
You have no hope even if i lose i wont be mad because i didnt get my mom to say i was dope