Picks up mic1,2.....

..::WARM-UP::..

u get body bagged like 'herb'-in-a-'sack', kid sucks so bad i didnt even catch-his-name//
U wack-n-played, we could play Memory and u still couldnt match-this-game//
My rhyme-scheme is frightning when i strike-dweebs with lightning,to fight-me you might-be better off bite-ing//
16 will ignite your frame this kid battling the press claiming he fight for fame//
And Da Nigma couldnt blow up the spot if they sold dynamite for stains//
Ill replace your voice box with your asshole cause all you do is talk shit//
Ill cut you down to size with a dull bic til your skulls affixed //

..::MURDA::..

Your rhymes are sloppy like they were raised in slush and you shootin off at the mouth like it was laced with nuts/
Da nigma walk's the streets looking to pay guys to give them blow jobs...da 'hoe'~has~it~backwards //
He's got no meta's, no multi's, no word play, and no flow~in~his~wack~words //
Step to me? Ya lost ya head, even da cops can't find~it //
It's like God designed~it, the way I spit~rhymes~kid //
You must be blinded if ya can't see I'm sick~minded //
Look up "helpless victim in the dictionary"......this kat~defines~it //

.::FLATLINE::..

Ur like ice ur flow is slow, fuckin whack emcee//
Im not hot just another degree//
My brain megabytes is equivalent to your intel pentium/
These fake ass emcees like Da nigma just gas they ass up like hellium//
You bringin 8-lines, Make u bleed so fast u squirt Late-Pints//
I faint-mics, decapitatin him cuz he's nuttin but Lame-Hype//