Man, you’re like Allen Iverson’s braids, who are you trying to cross ?/
In my lyrics I’m like a spear, I gotta me my point across, because you battling me will just result you another loss/
Man, you don’t know how to count, I thought we agreed with 20 lines max/
Fuck it, i'll exceed your amount of bar numbers so you can feel my negative lyrical attacks/
My verses are more explosive then A-bombs falling over power plants/
Panama's crew consists of tranvestites wearing facial make up, along with breast implants/
Man, I’ll rip the shit out of you, with my verbal stabs given by my lyrical dagger/
Because you battling me is just as dangerous as a rabid Rottweiler*/
Now Panama, its obvious you must’ve been born from a birth defect/
Looks like your parents must’ve been drunk when they had sex, and the effect from it was you been retarded kid that came outta of your momma’s legs/
Yo, it’s pretty evident that your flow is fake, like chemical synthetics/
The only flow that’s real, is the sperm that flows through your cervix,
given by the men from your prostitute service/
Now, admit it man, I just abruptly ended your job of been an MC/
Without the proper intelligence to succeed, you’ll never get respect you always wanted to achieve/