It's hard times cuz he's "born to kill" battles with weak rhymes on "weaker lines" then a "cut up bag of coke"//
like a broke toke from shitty "pot smoke", he's not strong enough to make the lightest bitch "choke"//
HAHA

My battles hot like "Aniston", but you too busy checkin out "Brad",
even if i came with just a fist you'd come ironclad//
I tore you like a "sword" held by "Sinbad", won this war like the "Trojans" in the "Illiad"//
This bitch "twitches" like too much caffeine from soda, he'll snitch quick like the dude in "goodfellas, Ray Liotta"//
I'm "flippin'" fakes like "hot cakes" but thanks to you i think i just made my qouta//
i got you worried all night, keep you up like an amnesiac on crack with an entire deck stacked up against him//
this kids hanging out at a little "boys" "basketball gym", he ain't lookin at the "hoops", but he's checkin out the "rim"// (haha get it)
I got enough followers to start me a nation, and there is a reason we're called lyrical domination//
you call yourself a rapper - that's an abomination, I'm puntin you off this "earth", leave you floatin' like a "space station"//
Your limerick style of rappin, got everyone laughin' so hard they knee slappin'''//
You get no fingers tappin', no hands clappin', everyone thought you had skills, but now they like "what happened?"//
when you thought about this battle you forgot to put my talent in the equation, must of only been thinkin about your sex change operation//
I got a rhyme for every single occation, "tearin' you up inside", this shit is "mutilation"//