The black plague comin at me thinkin he hard, while everyone on rap battles already kno he a retard/
everyone knows his rhymes are either written or recycled, I could count wit da fingers on one hand how many bars his mic holds/
after this verse you’ll be officially shitted on, then you’ll know fuckin wit me is like fuckin wit an ex-con/
you have the nerve tell me to go and tell me to donate some sperm, oh yeah and u say to get a lawyer, fuck I own a damn firm/
those punches were wack man, seriously, I find more punches in the bible when im studyin religiously/
man nigga you rappin way too nice, me shittin on u is a ritual like chinese eatin rice/ your style is wack, as a matter of fact it reminds me of “the rule”, hey maybe if u sell out the whole rap industry, white girls will also call you cool/
actually nevermind, rule gets pussy ashanti type chix, you getting pussy is like a win for knicks/
but I gotta admit ur style is very murder inc, ur verse hints at mental illness, maybe you should see a shrink/
well I don’t wanna waste no more punches this time around, cuz ever since my first bar, you were KOed like Tyson fuckin em up in da third round/