(spoken)
Your style is appalling to the bone....
I melt you bars, like an ice cream cone...
My punches I’ll twist your disses till they moan...

{rappin]
Yo,
Man I’ll lift you up, like a fuckin pick-up-truck
Send you back down, face flat in-the-muck
You act like, you’ve been stuck with-propitious-luck
I heard you’d sell you delicious body, for less than-a-buck

You say you a bad-ass-bitch, maybe your looks were a genetic-mutational-glitch...
Your only in this game to quickly-get-rich, beating you ass should be-a-snitch...
People tell me, you like the wicked-east-witch, battling me, you certainly not wished...

A 7-5 record, is’nt that bad, after me, you’ll need to go back to the writing pad...
Maybe you anger comes from being had by your dad, you shoulda been protected by a steel-clad...
Don’t dare compare me with Em and Brit, you ain’t got the wit, so just quit...
Before I lose it, and I transmit...my anger, like your dad when he got you in the triangular,
Position, listen bitch just shut-upand-listen, you should be down with the-WEC-division...
Recognize me like a-new-religion, annoy me, so I can beat you like-a-pigeon...
Admit that you scared-I’ll-glisten, you rhymes look like you unprepared...
Missy Elliot you can be compared..to, your horrifying through and through
Unfortunately you’ll always be there like-BLINK-182, permanently like-a-tattoo
Nevertheless, my finish is long overdue, so I’ll leave you with a shot and a thank you!//

P.S - yours was a dope drop