ill shove a letter down into ur chest n even if u were a opra singer u still couldnt spit out a NOTE//
i cant stand the way ur rapin so 512 "esophgas up" agghh as i rip out ur THROAT//
if this was a race ud trip n fall at the FINISH//
if 512 was popi he couldnt buff up,n win if he ate 20 galllons of SPINICH//
hows this kid supose to battle me when hes in the dubble digts in LOSES//
im crusafyin this kid so bad not even jesus would belive the amout of nails in his CROSSES//
512 is jus a lame excuse for the boy group 1twelve//
hed fuck up the matrix cuz hes got more CHIPS in his systems than COOKIES of the kebler elf//
ill rip ur skin off n tell ur stop showin ur insides thats just ubseen//
add ur lose to my win colloum n antiuqe u n add u to my victems of collecters figurenes//
fuck poll votin cuz its destin future thats in the end of this battle ur recs. five n fourteen//
im sendin wicked punches ur way that "shatter-ya-dome"//
u couldnt beat me wid a 2-1 cuz if still win and call it "attack-of-the-clones"//
if i put a bat in ur hand,n pushed a plate in front of u,you still couldnt "step-up-ta-home"//
im knockin ya wid punches,that send u "soarin-in-the-clouds"//
ur the first emcee that was allright,but i was low,n u jus turnedd the "volume-up-ta-loud"//
cuz im stranglin ya ,n hangin ya over a clif wid ya "guts-hangin-out"//
if u were meat then if be a butcher the way u see me rippin "emcees-to-bits"//
i thougtht battles were to win but all urs make ur rec. go down like the way a "dislexic-kid-spits"//