you think you spit is venom? now listen here//
the only magic bout you rhymes is they make the crowd disappear//
0-1 on my battle record is something i will never fear//
dont claim im the homo when you pack it up the rear//
you dirty cornhole, line up for rolecall//
its losers camp and your the all//
take my adivice and hints//
otherwise you'll need a splint//
go back to playing checkers and chess//
you cant penetrate my skill and cant contest//