dont you know how to challenge in front lines?//
and look cunt you're not an MC if you dont write your rhymes//
so quit taking lyrics, mixing them in a blender//
there's a place for you, its called the Wackness Emergency Center//
XYZ, you're the end of not only the alphabet//
but you take cock up the other end and the head//
whats your fucking age? 12 years, 4 months?//
you just started puberty you little runt//
you can't stand you own against a grown man//
your mouth aint a gun so get outta this text land//
Battlin 1.0.1 and Battlin 1.0.2, go read up//
otherwise shut up, pack up before i fuck you up//
the only way you have a child is by jerkin off into a cup//
oops, i forgot, your still havin wet dreams//
just remember that you aint what you seem//