Imma about to counter “all-ya-lines”
and play you out like a deck of cards “one of a kinds”
you couldn’t be hot if u were sittin in a “Jacuzzi”
My lyrical oozie makes me a one and u a “two-seed”
I’ll put heat through u like a “mircrowave”
u can’t rap put the fuckin “mike away”
ur rhymes are copied, u bite more than “ mike tyson’
u ‘like writin’ ur tina turner and I’m ‘Ike-fightin’
U could drop ur rhymes to babies in cradles and u still “wont rock em”
you couldn't spit heat if you choked on a “candle”
and forget rappin you couldn't win a “pokemon battle”
spit some real shit? you couldn't “possibly”
you wouldn't spit platinum if you ate a “Pac cd”
I’m hard as a boulder – in this battle ull only end up wit da “silver medal”
Ima leave dis kids mic unplugged faster than “Matrix Rebels”
Ur spits could be homos aids test, and still not get a “posotive response”
Like a female in a presidential election u aint gon get voted for “once”