2-7 is your battle looses and wins/
But from what i seen on why u be losin, is u aint commentin any sins/
See kid, its all about the word play/
How many time sa month u get lay/
But when i see you spit, i aint seein this shit/
What i be seein from ur text , is like weed wit seeds, givin you a very lil high after a hit/
But its ok killa/
Cause we all know all u do is put in fillas/
This MC. T prewrites his lyrics , so can u bear wit him? jus let him spit, let us hear this midget/
He doesnt seem to be able to hold a pen, all that seems to happen is he begins to fidget/
Maybe its fear, or maybe hes truely jus a backpack rapper/
Tryin to make songs by listenin to da big dawgs singin in da crapper/
But, mr. murder ah rapper, ima have to end this spit/
So maybe when u get beat, u wont have such a fit./