Try chewin my steel bars, leave ya mouth braced,
Ya eatin so many losses, that when I eat yu I have a defeat taste.
50 cent wannabies, lil faggots im merkin ya,
Got no competitive edge- as if ya were circular.
Only fan you could get, is one that needed sockets,
Closest to being ghetto, is writing bout blacks in a school~project~.
RESPECT? The fact you got wack rhymes,
Or respect The fact you struggle to write 12 lines.
Your verse is like judo-the way you don’t use punches,
RESPECT can rap…hah…funny as saying Fat Joe does 100 crunches.
After this shit-I know you’ll take my rhymes and try copy me,
Come back when ya verses and balls drop properly.