haha.... I'll beat his little dirty south ass

You wanted a battle, I'm sorry man that you even ask//

Lyrically drop biological bombs, leavin' you nigga without a gas mask//

Givin' you fucked up Iraqi deseises, Got your sorry ass prayin' to Jesus//

"When did you give España talent?", Man I haven't even started to get violent//

Wow, after seein' this the room goes silent, Not knowing whether or not I was the replient//

I've just been hidin', but you've been dick ridin'//

Givin' me unlimited lines, is like eatin' porcupines//

Flag you like football, alldig is now givin' you fines//

I merked niggaz before your times, and now I'm bout to laugh at all your rhymes//

To win it'll take more than quarters and dimes, And your droppin' to levels where you get merked by mimes//

Nigga I'll like to play with my gat and nine, and dawg takin' you new school with more Fire than Rhein (NFL Europe, Rhein Fire)//

I could do psychopathical bullshit like QB Snyper, and we all know that these lines you'll have to decypher//

SHit... your mine.... I'm gettin' off for the night.... I think this'll be my last battle... I put everything into that.