my words are like slugs piercen through you, bleedin non-stop like a baby tantrum/
once you read ma lyrics they open you up haven you holdn ya chest like the national anthem/

how you gonna try and use word play against me?/
ima hand you "2 L's" and once like "COOL J"/

ya rhymes are wack they aint on ma level of flow/
ma rhymes are crazy and "outta control" like "BEN WALLACE's FRO"/

fumble a dictionary and you still couldn't drop some vocab/
wanna fit in, but kid you don't belong anywhere like nomads/

callin yourself a lyricist, but your unworthy of such a title/
tryn to act hard but you'd fit in better at a playschool recital/

throwin lyrical tantrums like a child with behaviour "fit-for-a-clown"/
kid you could call yourself "prince" and i'd still be "favorite-for-your-crown"/

how about I "kick" you to the "curb" so you can be "down-with-the-streets"/
puttin out a contract on your life so like "saddam" your "bound-to-retreat"/

u were sayin your family were actors but i only ever seen them in homeward-bound/ (about dogs)
think "voters" are on your side but havin servants is the only way you could "own-the-crowd"/

and i know biting X's rhymes is your idea of a free-style/
another kid destroyed! what made you think you could compete-child?/

I Strip u naked, rape ur mother infront of u, so u can really "bare-witness"/
Bad luck, bitch U just got added to X's "X-Ecuted-LisT"/