dam this nigga crazy,i did nt even know i was suppose to battle/
but its aight dawg,oh and ur beats is whack all i hear is Rattle,Rattle/
i bet u was thinkin i was nt go to show up, but i did/
now i got you pissed off beatin ur meat like Jason Biggs/(american pie)
so take ur hand off ur penis 4 i make ur record worst alldig's/
jingling balls like a set of house keys/
the only thing parkinsons about u, is the disease/
u dick riding faggot,Moc's On Deez/
and the only meat u got at the burger king drive in was a whopper/
im the david blane of this rap game, im a clock stopper/
u aint a mc,u a fake as whiteboy popper/
hears advice, u ended u verse kinda bad,by saying this shit has to be mighty/
i saw u in the streets of germany dancin in ur tighty whities/
pumpin your converse thinkin u could jump higher,just lookin at u made me tired/
your ryhmes is old, and your fuckin expired/