you wanna start battlelin, my flows will leave your brain rattelin/
I’m a put you in your place, where they keep cadavers in,/
I’m ‘baggin’ SALADIN, like I worked for a grocery-store/
you couldn’t understand me if I stood over you, so why you boring-me-for/
you ‘serve’ your spits with more shit, than a muthafuckin prison tray/
you ‘design all’ your lyrics like a homo, cuz your ‘whole style is gay’/
oh, someone said you had skills, then you’ve been sadly misled/
you’re like kryptonite to the game, that’s why I feed you this lead/
your rappin is playful like you tried to waste some time at school/
take a look at your image clip, that’s what I’m doin to you/
if you still tryin to reach my level, then get a taller ladder/
you’re a fake MC, nuthin but a counterfeit rapper/
you were too fuckin easy, you were neva a challenge/
I’ll ‘stretch’ you like ‘armstrong’, just to see you toss your own SALAD-/
-IN case you were wunderin/
I got intelligent flows that will knock you to ya feet and leave you there punderin/
sounds like didn’t try hard when you thought up your rhymes/
so don’t get upset if I did it with mines/
I’m glad you called me out, cuz you gave me a chance to slow-down-my-pace/
looks like you got ‘balled up’ son, cuz I just put these nuts-to-ya-face/