yo u weak in mine raw flow and even ya own aspects//
how u a fuckin niggas styles up when ya battles record is lookin like ya home address//
i blow off n e thing sight and leave ya mind-in-the-gutter//
u can call me homo but u wanna suck my dick raw so i put mine-in-da-rubber//
i got nines-for-u-fuckas//
i aint talkin bout guns im talkin bout 9 bars that can shine-on-a-dozen//
this battles just-begun, faggots like u i eat-these-punks//
i got fucked outta win but this time im a beat-this-chump//
u can;t beat me my bars-show-that-ya-ass-wack//
u onyl bring pain when a dicks stuck far-up-ya-ass-crack//
it would be the smartest move u make to no show cuz my shit-leaves-niggas-cracked//
put carson in a room with wack niggas watch how quick-ly-he-adapts//
dont nobody wanna see ya rhymes no more u got nuttin-to-show//
u should be bruised and battered for the attempt of bustin-a-flow//
this is criminal intent theres no way that u gettin to mikes level//
the only way u damage emcee's rhymes is bite-marks the size of bike pedals//