Let’s Warm Up For This Kid…
What-a-Fool, Undisputed Champion? Yet Your Records Still One-&-Two
I’d Bust-at-You, but I’d Rather Grasp My Pen And Crush-Your-Crew
Oxymoron, Ya "Endin-is-startin" either your crazy, or simply-retarded
Dick’s Hardened, Fuckin’ Faggot, This Daisy Gets Buried In The Garden

Ok, Let’s Get To Boxing With This Kid…
Either Shred-or-Torn, My First 4 Lines Dead All Competitors
Check-the-Score, Why You Ever Think Of Throwing Meta’s-For?
YoungFaggot, Get Hit With More Weapons Than Inspector Gadget
It’s Tragic How He Attracts Losses Like He’s Laced With Magnets
I’ve Had It, You’re Ship Has Sailed, Made It 5 Miles & Got Sunk
Have A Hunch That My 1, 2 Punch Combos Got You Punch-drunk
My Lunch-Shrunk, I Eat Bigger MC’s; Not Used To Lightweights
Can’t Fight-Fate, My Posts Can Kill and Make the Site-Quake

Style Switch.. Time To Roast Him
Can’t Stand You, My First RBBL Battle, You’ll Be the First-That-Wept
Since message boards are ya life, lets just say the rap ones are ya birth-defect
Meta Ripping this dike-quickly? You Can “Believe it or not” like-Ripley’s
Gadget getting’ shot-in-a-killing?? He must be 2pac’s death, cuz its not-a-Biggie
I’ll Cut-You-Apart, Don’t Save Best For Last, You’ll Get Beat From-The-Start
They’ll Write Poetry About This Battle About How I Broke-His-Heart
I’m Cold Hearted, RB’s Your Job, Ya Won’t Feel Like Ya Hot After You Get-Fired
The Span Of Career cut short, After Me You’ll Have No Choice But To Retire
When I Roast, Most Know You’re Already Dead You Should’ve Been Ghost
I’m The “Fresh Maker”, When The Baker Cooks Your “Men-Toast” *Mentos*

Time To Finish Him...
This Was A Story Of Your Demise… I’ve Been Known To Master-Plots
I Have A Higher Head Count Than Sleepy Hallow’s Pastor-Got
I Don't Need 30 Lines To Bless You With An L, I'm Past-Devine
I Go Straight For The Hearts Of Men, Always Pass-the-Spine
Not Worth The Effort To Merk, I’ll Cut and Thin-Slice-Ya
You May Have Rapped For Years, It’s The Fact That I’ve Been-Nicer