it's like the Battle of the SEXES but this CUNT-IS-MINE// I'll
Confused the FORUMS cause you gettin BITCHSLAPPED
on the FRONTLINES // illspitta4life who came up
with that Ploy// my rhymes OVER SHADOW you and got da CLIPSE
sayin WHAT-HAPPEN-TO-THAT-BOY//

I spit PUNCH AFTA PUNCH until it's FISTED & POUND// While your
rhymes are SHIT like CORNROLLS all TWISTED & BROWN// Claiming you FLIPPIN rhymes those more like CARTWHEELS// get to the POINT you will be De FEATED check the DART-ON-YA-HEELS//

you 1-3 now but turn 1-4 afta you Face Me// for a Mc ya rhymes are GRADe D's like TRACEY// Let this loss SINK in like that
COUCH from AL's BUNDY'S BUTT// yea you SPIT OUT alotta BARS{dick}
cause AH MAN {ALMOND} you just en'JOY'ing the NUTS{get it}//
you come with a SWITCH STYLE thinkin it's HOT but yet you still Simmer// The only way you could SEE Me is if I put TWO HOLES in ya HEAD like a CLAN MEMBER//

illspitta4life afta this battle make notes and Change-That-Plan// Ask bout your CHICKEN-as-Crew I'm like MAN-DEY-RAN{MANDARIN}{get it}//

I'ma murder you with one Bar on my STYLE
SWITCH// all your rhymes you spit are TALES{TELLS}
like a CHILD SNITCH// ........................i'm out