yo ima murda dis man yo//

yo when i spit i leave niggas lyrically scarred..... ive seen tighter rappas on a candy bar........ u just a bitch, cuz in dis battle im da only star..... ur lines stink worse den one of cartmans farts//
but yo wit dem lines who u tryin to dis man...... dis nigga jerks off so hard he gotta rock a wristband..... when u accepted dis challenge u stepped in quicksand//
let's be honest bitch, it was suicide to think your lines could HANG wit' mine…… dog, can't you tell Mind Theory is mentally disabled, you actually believe the hype?.... you all over cripple dick like you Christopher Reeves' wife….. who da fuck cares about ur blood type//
i can tell u a fan of britney spears.... u aint no real man u a fuckin queer.... tha lines i spit will get u drunk like strong ass beer.... ima celebrate dis victory early, cheers.... when u tol me u wanted ta battle, i couldnt believe my ears//