I leave every mc battled battered like shake and bake.//
kentucky fried like down south chickens with no flava.. they ain't tastin' great.//
basted in flames when they try makin' a name on T's stage.//
acheing in pain like arthritis rittled fingers and cuts with rasor blades.//
you like N*sync back up singers, forever under-paid.//
but for what you're worth you lucky it ain't minimum wage.//
or another statistic on the welfare page, lyrical war-fare raised.//
drop a bomb on your next track like I'm bush and you hussein.//
who's to blame for the downfall of this industry today.//
Z to tha J (JayZ) or is it just kronox on RB bein' lame.//
frequent tags bein run on him, fags squeezin cum on him.//
I squeeze gunz and leave blood on him.//
tie toungs and leave number one in this.//
you blunder mother goose & dr.suese and still wonder why you don't win.//
you under this.. surrender now or forever be 6 feet under bitch.//
closed caskets and family members crying, amity crushed like rap was violence.//
you better to rap in silence, text battles instead of rhymin'.//
can't ride a beat, just dick and other meat you rydin'.//
slidin' down the poll to a 5-0 loss that's not surprising.//
you winning would be like tyson quittin' fights and gettin' a date with mariah.//