Aight yo Imma juss post up today cuz I have tha chance to...

U must be obsessed wit death, Cuz u accepted this battle in a matter of seconds
It's like he invests in battlin' newbies, Imma make him invest in new intestines
When he tries to digest MeN, No need to bother it juss ain't gonna happen
Like lookin' foward into ya future in seein' ya sumwhere besides tha net wit ya rappin
Im wrappin' this so called MC wit Words that are flawless, Even Perfect
This niggas gettin' clowned on so bad, I should quit tha game and join tha circus
Dawg, Tryin' to battle me is pointless, Like a bitch wit no ass wearin' a pair of thongs
Defeat me? I got a better chance revivin' Big Pun and askin' him to run a marathon
I gotta give it to him tho, He's tha South's Sickest, Ask tha nigga in his hood, He sucks around
His styles like his name, Similar to his head, It has their ups and downs
It's really not a challenge, It's not time consumin' I could easily defeat U
But fucc it, Ya juss a windows application, So instead I'll juss control, alt delete U
U spittin ill, Is far fetched and bogus, Like Michael Jackson livin in a world wit no kids, Fact
And tha myth is ya battle record in ya sig son, Juss look at ya stats....