Ayo.....

Battle a vet?? c' mon, stop the front, we know that this cowards soft/
Cause the only time you kill the mic, is when you turned the power off!!/
This niggas wack,I'll hospitalize you, and then send you a card/
Your battles are like your weight set, nothing on the end of your bar's/
Weaponz is fuckin elite, you?? at best your materials basic/
you've never reigned on top, my umbrellas still in the basement/
My lime light is blindin', given your wack talent, i wouldn't try me/
heard ya tracks, you couldn't get it bumpin' scrathin' at poison ivy!/
This 'match is outta your hands' like lighting blunts on novacain/
I hear your' brigade claims,Gee I (G.I.)don't know if this guy's a Joe or Jane/
As the plot thickens, you're scared and crying with snot drippin/
Your heads big as a bull's, but you got the nose of a scotty pippen!!/
You're wack, make this a challenge, imagine how that'd feel/
Stop platoon, danger!! there's a moose on the battle field!!./.{lmao}
Our verses are like our Fingerprints... you can't Seem to Match.../
& you battle like Puppet Contests, don't win without Strings Attached!/