you can't touch my talent nigga- ya arms are non existant,
your like a parapelegic stuttering words, but can't go the distance/
acceptin my challenge like you got a chance, your kiddin-
i can sleep writin a verse,and still beat ya ass any minute/
murda, from murda inc? aka skivi?-
delete both ya names- keep ya real one little stevie/
you rappin wit a big boy now, it's offical-
ya couldn't blast off ya career if it was a pistol/
illiterate fools, why do they rap, when i'm knockin um out-
i feel bad killin a newb, when i hold more talent then steve stout/
i'm dissin ya name ya game and takin ya fame-
provin you lame you aged and still stuck on the first stage/
i keystyle better then your fuckin writtens-
i can even pick my nose better than you wearin mittens/
ya uncordinated fuck, you can't touch me-
i read ya info son, you was sayin you loved me/