I fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee cuz my punches be faster than Mohammed Ali//
every rhyme u spit sounds stupider and stupider compared to u your mars and im jupiter//
ur hercules im Zeus, im god and ur mortal, but now its time i installed a new world order//
no more yankstas, no more wanna-be-playas like Genius pretendin to be ganstas//
"im gonna" outclass and outspit u, outfight and outrip u, "bitch" try and gimme some lip and ill "slap u"//
Your name is an oxymoron, ur vocabulary list is so small cuz the store u got ur dictionary at is called foxy porn//
ur verse i scorn, ur punches are played and worn, like a tattered shirt wit ja rule on it, ur rep has been torn//
u want "beef", well look at ur ass and pull out the "horn"//
u thought u'd get away with postin a wack rhyme cuz u thought this'd get slept on//
u thought nobody'd see, ur like OJ going against an impossability, only u doin it without influence or money//
"im like" an 'escalator, always risin', while u get stepped on like "bugs" and get hit up the ass like 'hugh heffner does to his "bunnies"'//
"ur like" somethin that never works like "Elmers" Glue itsa dud, bitch shut up u about ta get "Fu'dd"(fucked)//
I rep Dirty, u rep Cali, my peeps is straight and real wit me, urs is "squiggly, runnin up" u like a "cat would run up a tree"//
my punches are accurate ima bout ta shut the door, when im "pitchin" my rhymes the "ump calls strike 3" but for u "ball 4"//
thats game, i out spit u and put u to shame, dont worry theres a place called the wackness "emergency center" where all go whos lines are lame and causin the voters pain//


hit the polls dawgs