ay this nigga barely beat me last time, he cant rhyme, if u give time, all he'll do is cop mine, n pretend its a dime/
his shit is wack, its played out like ja rule, he couldnt flow even if he was water in a pool/
dis cat comes wit deez weak ass punches, ill eat em up spit em out like pre-school lunches/
his ass is samoan, what kinda of nationality is dat, i'd rather be any thing else den dis wack nigga from a island thinkin hes black/
his rhymes lack, just like his lyrics, i could understand more if i was readin a book written in hyroglyphics/
his should dont make sense, its just gibberish, my rhymes is sweet, like black licorice/
ima give this cat a losin record, like da cleveland cavs, he doesnt spit raps, his shit is written, straight out da labs/
mc 808, this guy comin this battle thinkin its as easy as cake, ima clean this cat up, like takin care of leaves with a rake, this aint even a high stake/
mc 808 gonna be shakin when i bust him with this gangsta verse, i could have ripped him without usin a curse/
cuz his whole image is wack, its like a plastic plaque, if we were b-ball n he had an open lane, he still couldnt go to da rack/
like i said hes a choker, he couldnt be cool if he was a smoker, n wouldnt have good vocabulary if he was wall street broker/
ima end this verse with a blast to reality, mc 808 wont win this battle because he lacks technicality/