Your like the Devil Rays or the Tigers, it really doesn't matter/
Because just like you the best they have is fuckin' infield chatter/
I can tell what's worse being TREACH P, or an InFumUz rapper/
But I can tell you when it comes to this battle, your verse won't be a factor/
See you're too much of a pussy to even battle anyone good/
You're the kind of guy that picks on 10 year olds in your fuckin hood/
But you wanna know somethin pathetic, you wanna know what's sad/
The best rapper in your crew is 4-7, that's bad/
See your crew is weak, it's outlook bleak, and you, your meak/
And when this battle's done, InFumUz'll be up the creek/ (Dead)
So Ima tell you one thing head to the Emergency Center and advance/
Because my weak ass keystyle has you left up in a trance/
The only chance you've got of bein ill/
Is when your told you got cancer, and it's terminal/
14 lines up I'll let you have a chance/
I'm lookin to see what this pussy brings to his final fuckin' dance/

[Crowd starts chanting "IT'S ALL OVER (Da Da dada Da)]

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