listen up phoney, here's how it is, the truth//
your as phoney as a millionaire in a business suit//
scabbin food from a hobo's kitchen of soup//
now lets all imagine a east sider recordin 6-8//
your losses seems to be the only reason your heavyweight//
you might be a bomb in your avatar but i detonate//
i kick your ass so bad you'll be carried to the morgue by frieght//
infumuz no longer, battle me and your outfamous//
listening to your rhymes is a health hazard, its dangerous//
pickin on newbies? you never had talent as an emcee//
probably why your strapping yourself with TNT//
"i'll kamakazi unless you let me win" sounds like your plea//
that gave you 6 wins, but a 9th loss against me//