yo, get ready for disappointment, cuz I’m takin this challenge/
I knew all I needed were a few lines to knock you off balance/
your run off wit yo mouth, I’m glad you challenged me/
cuz even if you hit me with your best flows, you couldn’t damage me/
who gives a fuck if my records ‘O’-and-‘3’/
you forgot to 'pack' your lyrics wit meaning, cuz your flows-empty/
what, are you just lookin for records, and choosing the worst/
are you like, “Alright, I think I’ll battle him first”/
you obviously didn’t do your homework, cuz I got other battles pending/
this your first battle and your already near your ending, while my flows are still ascending/
you’re like tha punk bitch in school that only fights kids smaller than him/
well guess what, this aint school, and we aint children/
get yo weak shit rejected, pulling a stunt-like-that/
if you could remember where you found it, then please put the mic-right-back/
your flows are shameful, that’s why your verse isn’t felt/
I never battled a cat who literally defeated himself/
if I took the time to explain, you still wouldn’t get it/
you pulled a bitch move, and that’s not how you earn a win to your credit/
you’re past your prime, I think you need to retire/
I’m dropping hot shit on you like bird doo-doo that caught fire/
yo this cat aint realistic, I’ll have his wig-split/
while this bitch-sit, infront of the mirror puttin on her lip-stick/
you couldn’t get attention if you were in the middle of tha mall and had your wrist-slit/
you lyrical misfit, next time you come back make sure you know how to spit-shit/
or I’ll permanently attach you to my cock to suck and call you my dick-tic/
ya dig trick?/