So once again I spit first, giving this kid the time he needs
But it’s all good after this verse he’ll be on his buckling knees
Praying for Forgiveness and beggin’ the lord please;

“Keep Ice Kareem away from me, he could cut me up with ease
It’s like he’s friggin hurricane and I’m just a weak sea-breeze”

Bring your sorry-ass rhymes, If you can even write’em yourself
Your generic style can find a spot next to ya career on the “no-talent” shelf

But I think I can turn things around for you maybe redirect your career
Now I know it’s a challenge finding a real job for fudge packin’ queer

But I here your mother’s hiring…

All these Independent women though, when will they accept their peers?
Your Mom for one, think’s she can suck 3 dicks and still work both cashiers…

Don’t even want a thanks man I’m really all about my peeps
Just remember Ice Kareem when your ringing in cash receipts,
To 48 year old men who just had your moms down on one knee
Hmmm… now that’s kinda sick, but atleast you aint no wack MC

Now I tried to tell y’all I had flow but it was falling on deaf ears
Try listening next time and I wont have ya walkin out in tears

You claim to be soldier, but you why fuckin lying
Your not 50 cent bro,
You’re a 13 year old punk from Wyoming named Brian

....your up herb