aiight check/ you lack the ability to even come correct..
i'm mp3 quality/ you're an 8track cassette deck..
i'll always be better than you/ regardless what you spit at me..
my mouth is loaded with laxatives/ im shitting on you lyrically..
i dare you to think that you could really beat me in rapping..
never happen/ like seeing israelis with guns in manhattan..
matter of fact man..
you even remind me of roy jones when he's rapping/ you fucking lack talent..
get it together before you try to spit at the best..
spitting verses so fast/ they pass bullets and don't even sit in your chest..
you could spit as long as you want/ it wouldn't make a diff..
i could flow off topic for days/ and you can't defend against this..
i could brag all on my dick/ and you can't even grasp my grammar..
spitting hot shit/ like od'ing on exlax in alabama..

lol i can't go on..