im like a deadly disease.... gettin on stage killin fake emcees//
so fuck battling ima wup ya ass ya punk.... to battle me u dont need a mike u need a asthma pump.... my lines hit u so hard, u gonna swell up like sherman klump.... while i listen to rap, u be listening to gay shit like bump, bump, bump//(b2k and p-diddy)
i can tell u a fan of britney spears.... u aint no real man u a fuckin queer.... tha lines i spit will get u drunk like strong ass beer.... ima celebrate dis victory early, cheers.... when u tol me u wanted ta battle, i couldnt believe my ears//
but yo u gotta be scared of da shit I spit…. It comes out juicy like ya muthas clit…. U sound like da fake version of JIN.... While u was givin me head i saw u grin.... so i pulled out and busted on ya chin.... Tryin to battle me it’s a sin//
put da like dis ya lines r rusted so oil it.... u couldnt frop no shit even if u was sittin on a toilet//
but soon ull be in denile, n u aint gonna reacall.... dat i burnt u, n i can tell dat by 21 ull be bald.... im off da wall.... wit all da of da head shit dat i makeup.... u need 1 haircut.... n plus about 33 shape-ups//
i gotta admit it at least tried..... but next time ull remember dont fuck wit franchise.... or da defeat will be twice//