aight u don fucked up yeah u got urself in a mess
fruity fagget, jus look at ya name it describes u best
face it youll neva win a battle not even w/ help from lady luck
im a crumble u bitch like a burned styrofoam cup
so do urself a favor stop da torture dont even respond
ya full of more shit than you'll find in J.Lo's thong
my rhymes drive u to suicide like a manuel stick car
u hopless ya career wont even reach Smilez and Southstar
who said u gon win this battle u bout as dumb as u look
you'll neva make it rhymin, u wont even get paid to write hooks