This Battle Be Real Easy Coz Ya Wack, Ya Rhymes Are As Cheesy As Ya Ball Sack,
Im Snortin Lines Of Coke While Ya Lickin Lines Of Ya Dads Ass Crack//
Ya Could Run An Army, But Pussy-Ya Be Missin YA Privates,
BAttlin Me Was Running Into Self Destruction, Like Those 7/11 Pilots//
My Rhymes Overwhelm Ya And Block You Out The Picture Like A Total Eclipse,
Ya Rhymes Are Old And Deflated Like Ya Grandmas Tits//
Ima Roll Up and Smoke This Herb, Those Tickles He Gave Me Were Supposedly Punches,
When Ya Think Of WC Wack Is The Main Word, People After Spit Better Shit After Receivin Hot Lunches//(Sexual Term Of Eating Shit:ITS TRUE)
What the fuck was that a poem, coz that shit was totally not offensive
The Only Type of Care Ill Provide You-Bitch It’ll Be Intensive// (Intensive Care)
If Peeps Be Reading Ya Wack Rhymes, Its Only Coz They Be Mockin It,
My Rhymes Burn You, That They Melt This Bitch Made Of Chocolate//
My Rhymes Hurt You So Bad Its Like When Ya Dad Did Use Lube,
Bent Ya over The Bathroom dood, And Like Then Now Ya Screwed//