alright,

the first thing this kid told me was " imma new b" a.k.a. a wanna be/
pretty much he wanted to say was, "please take it easy on me"/
it aint even gonna be no fun beatin this wanna be freestylin scum/
he's got a picture of michelle jackson, id call him a prep buyin his clothes from pac sun/
imma hit you with lyrical punches, also knows as fist lunches/
you'll be eatin um the whole time you read this, you rap aint even a diss/
its like a gay invatation, you want people to come over and show u masterbation/
your rhymes to nice, you need to go to the wacknees enmergency center/
my ass holes an exit only, yours is an enter, you like anal/
i never had it b4, aint it painful? nun us like you, face turnin blue/
you aint got much to say, bcuz this freestlye battle turin my way/
i ment to hurt you intentua(lay) so seein ur hurtin i did good/
this pussy grew up in a rich town, we says its the hood/
you couldn't last a day, after an hour you'd wanna buy drugs but couldn't pay/
cuz you been pick pocketed, it happend when you first walked in, the ghetto/