Im like a Bionic shark, I can Sense the Sign of the Weak,
Hows he gonna battle me when I Taught him how to Rhyme on a Beat/
You aint Even on my Level, so A win is Against All Odds,
Got you Prayin to the Devil, Cause you're bein Dispensed By God/
Tearing Up Copies Of the Source, is the only way your Mics get Ripped,
Your not worthy to be in a THREAD with me, So heres a STICH/
All your punches are played, like reruns of Mohammad Ali fights,
The reasons for your wackness? I guess your allergic to mics/
Your reputation & name will get murdered soon,
Cuz ya skillz have already 'Peeked'...like Faggots in Changin Rooms/
Ya Gay too, and scared of muscle...so when I Flex, you Soften,
And you're gettin' "Laid in ya Grave"....like havin' Sex in a Coffin/
You gotta be shittin me...cuz lyrically this bitch is fuckin weak,
I'll leave you like a "Ghetto Comb"..on tha streets and Missin Teeth/
I gotta Backslap that will Reverse Ya Whole Grill,
Stoppin ya Flow like you wuz on Birth Control Pills/
you Faggot Ass Bitch u Gaggin on dick, bet its Ferocious,
Detachin the Plaque from the Back of ya Molars while I'm carefully Craftin My Opus/