MR. MAYHEM YOU BACK AGAIN BUDDY YOU'RE A BRAVE LITTLE SOLDIER, WHETHER IT'S A CYPHER OR A BATTLE YOUR TYPING DAYS ARE OVER. WHY DON'T YOU CUT YOUR FINGERS OFF AND PUT THEM IN YOUR MOUTH BECAUSE THEY'LL PROBABLY MAKE BETTER USE, STOP SWEATING ME HOMES AND BREATHE JUST LET YOUR SWEATER LOOSE. IT SEEMS YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY AFTER EVERY MC ON HERE, TELL ME HOW DOES IT FEEL TO GET SUCKER PUNCHED THROUGH A COMPUTER THIS YEAR. SINCE YOU LOVE MY STYLE SO MUCH I'LL LET YOU BORROW MY SHIRT, AND YOU SAID YOU BEEN TO ATL. BEFORE NEXT TIME YOU COME LET ME KNOW I'LL LET YOU PUT IN SOME WORK, JERK, PUT YOU ON THE BLOCK AND LET THEM GANGSTA HOES DO YA, COME ON MAN YOU'RE GARBAGE DUDE YOUR LINES BELONG IN THE SEWER. I BATTLE, I CYPHER, I SPIT BECAUSE MY CHEST GOT A LOT OF STUFF TO LIFT, AND IF YOU SMART YOUNG MAN YOU'RE GET DOWN WITH IT. IF YOU CAN'T BEAT HIM THEN JUMP ON THE BANDWAGON, CAUSE THIS AIN'T NO GAME STUPID GO HOME AND PLAY MADDEN. CHUMP, I DO WHAT I DO BEST, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T STRESS. NEXT!