This bitch-nigga ghost-couldnt post “sharp”-“ten”(Sharpton) quotes and get-a-vote/
poisonous roasts-spittin so def-use sign-language ta “middle-finga”-this-choch/

admire-the-moment ya running-wit-jokes-beat this bed-wetter into a beta-“meta” student/
guns-ain't-“up-n-coming” bring ya three-boys all need room-“four”-improvement/

ya can't-fathom-real-battling or stomach my flow cuz its extendin-ya-abdomen/
you ain't phat-kid only got “blown up” cheeks like lost boys-gone-platinum/

can't even imagine how ya havin-rap-battles-laughin your a two-dollar-bill that's un-rappin/
lack any-enthusiasm all ya grammars sin taxed-it not even spittin hot cus ya “aint-acid”/(antacid)

So Spit Ya Salad-Tossed-Rhymes As I Floss With-Ya-Spine Cant Strap Gats Cus Ya peers is Weigh-Down/(Way)
You're a Dick-Ryder-In-Training Hit By Punchlines-Thats-“Swing”ing Save Ya Monkey-Bars For Elementary-Playgrounds/