Even if you got Wu-Tang to help you still couldn’t “Triumph” I would just send you back to the “Gravel Pit”//
There ain’t not point in battling so you should just scroll over to X and Quit//
Cuz my rhymes knock you so far back in time they can’t even find a carbon copy//
This punk keeps telling himself “I can” cuz he wants to be just like Nas only the cheap copy//
Battling me is like going on a kamikaze mission//
And I’m going to leave your votes at zero like Ja Rule running for a politicion//
Here I’ll give up you can improve your record from 0 and 3… “Syke”//**
I’m gonna leave you ripped like I was R Kelly and you were a Tyke//
You know my lyrics are sick cuz this cracka just grabbed on to his dick//
And the only way he would “cum hard” is if he threw me a brick//

** syke – like just joking

^Note: Edited for Grammar

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