Pmed me to battle cauz he wanted a cypher lesson//
but ur aged so i gotta put u in the category of "senior contestants"//
this cats rhyme will resemble his avatar... its tired and old//
make short work by "Bustin" his "Rhymez", steal his cane and "flip the mode"// (im sure u all know flip mode squad)
pity this geriatric, staggers and leaks just like his flow//
but i admire he defyed the impossible, he "sucks" and he "blows"//
have him hyperventolatin, disintegrate his whack statements//
render him useless by severing his aged care payments//
have his mouth drop to the floor, or should i say dentures//
coud say he "bit the dust", comin up against this lyrical pressure//
whoops his dentures fell out, cant spit ill if u engraved it in ur false teeth//
his foundations are sore, must be the corns on his feet//
this bitch seems fishy, his pussy stench must be throwin me out//
close ur legs, see more sick things spittin from there than ya mouth//
hez been on longer than me but hez win ratio is bleak//
bring this man a cold drink, he cant handle this heat//
question the fact that u live in England//
when all ur homeboyz are in Florida chillin out with Giligan// (from Giligan's Island for all those slow ppl out there)
rhymez weaker than his bladder, aw man the floors covered in piss//
before u leave merked dont forget to clean up your mess//