I got dis battle i calculated the chances n it says you get evaporated//
ma spits flyin over yo head cos you demonstrated how to get check-mated//
yo coordinations off your in da wrong location you lookin for 'help centre' not CANCELLATION//
this dawgs got no sophistication, just violation on his rap facination//
he dont take ma hints to look at da blueprints, only way you got a chance//
yo gotta hold your stance, glance at yo opponent then advance//
yo livin in fairy-land wit yo faggit partner hand-in-hand//
keepin an eye on his 4 incher, suck, dont blow its the law of da land//
you gotta understand its an art to freestyle, not for pop tarts who have a change in heart//
you read the dictionary to learn new words, forget a dictionary dawg, GET A LIBRARY//
after this ill give a commentary on your life long visit to the mortuary//
infact take yo faggit secretary, ill let him punnish you, tho you'd probably enjoy it//
him sittin in yo cock pit waitin to turn on ignition but dawg YOU A TIGHT FIT//
he had to use 2 litres of lubrication just to complete his mission, he a anal technition//
infact, he a magician to get his magic wand in with u bent over in your position//
now we gotta give you recognition dawg, it supplys good nutrition after all//
one hand on his ball the other up against the stone wall holdin yo sign "FREE FOR ALL"//
dawg yo like a shopping-mall, two dollars a blow is yo motto//
ima look into ma crystal ball n i see you forgot somefin dawg, HOW TO FLOW//
a shud slap you man, catch yo in ma wire trap cos yo cant beat ma rap//
yo rhymes are egg-shape, n if you dont watch you gonna have a crime scene lined wit police tape//
there aint no fire escape in this place dawg, just rape of apes like you bitch//
so turn on yo light switch an see your wack dawg, cmon, strike it rich!//