I'ma spit this shit, prepare shady16/1

I'm wipin' this bitch clean just like Mr Sheen/2

Your flow'll be missin' up on milk cartons/3

And your rhymes thrown in the Bin, relative to Laden/4

My battle records 0-1, wanna know why i lost/5

Cuz when i finished your mother, i was shocked by the cost/6

After she recovered from her orgasmic fits/7

She slowly turned to me and whispered 'seventeen cents'/8

I blast you fast berretta bullets you can't hack/9

With bullets in your chest, and a broken back/10

All this due to the skills you lack/11

You should be a comedian your lyrics makin' me laugh/12

So go on back to your home in a broken trailer/13

You lost so many battles i should call you failer/14

Your talents non existent similar to your brain/15

Cuz to go up against me, you gotta be insane/16

Your rhymes and your mother's pussy are one and the same/17

Used, old and stretched with Deceit to blame/18

So before you spit back think carefully/19

Cuz my words give you nightmares make you live fearfully/20