elementary school is out, the real test is about to begin,
I'll send you back to bitch slapped with a lose beside ur wins,
There is an undisputed champ buried deap within,
man I'll knock you back to N.Y like a yankee bitch pop fly,
cause your lyrics are fucked like my millenium supply,
your shit didnt couldnt go out with a bang if it were the 4th of july
You tryin to be a sniper, QB for queer bitch,
you playin on those old fools like you a candy striper,
lines gettin so old i could almost use them as windshield wipers,
I would spit on this page for more then 16 bars,
and have you leaving this place with what we call battle scars,
thats cause you wanna be a superstar playin street gigs on your guitar...