yo,yo, check it bitch....

yo listen up homie, you know, you shoulda told me....
that your punches are so oldie, there starting to go mouldy//

Tell me, how the fuck you can boast 1129 posts...
with your ryhmes you better off taking a overdose, they reek worse than burnt toast//

People tell me your wack you lack the "rap nack"...
hell son, if you spit a dope ryhme, i'd blow a big fat man with a sack, then hang myself with the pope's rope//

I take to style nice, like head to lice...
you run away, ko-s piling, like an elephant to mice//

Spittin spends more time on the internet, hes startin' to issue a threat...
that you'll regret, have you upset,wantin to forget, his punches are burning out like a cigeratte//

so, you a N.B.S.L slave, man you gotta be brave...
illegals shit ill hit you with a shock wave, then send you to an early grave//

your like the Alistair McGowen of rap, impressions are your confessions...
copying catz are your obsessions, you better goin back to your CC sessions// (copy catz)