* Bipolar slaps Da Nigma cuz of his wack verse as he grabs da mic *

Let dis flow begin,
Cat all u doin is blowin wind,
I dont wanna battle u Im gonna battle ur twin,
Comprehend,
These transmissions I send,
Even if I was dead dis battle u couldn't win,
I seen dat shit bout u dissin Jay Z,
I admit he might suck as an hip hop emcee,
But atleast he isn't frontin like u a wanna be,
Tryin to battle me, U must be stuck in a daydream
U should wake up before u become past tense like history
Capturin ur mind in my destructive Verbal Guilettein,
I see ur head bobbin so I know u must be feelin me,
But Im sorry I must finish u wit my fatality,
Oh and by da way,
Bout dat gay talk dat u have in ur ryhme display,
U must be confused, It was u tossin salad dat day,
I saw u wit Elton John and dat expression of pleasure on ur face,
It must have felt good cuz I heard u beggin for a taste,
Gettin creamed on like a obeste bitch does when she see's cake.