You check it rippin' this bitch.....
To start this lyrical assault, this "dick" can't even read, i already stated you spit first//
But he must have gotten confused and thought the other "spit", that he talks bout with his boy-friend "Fred Durst"//
This herb is already stupid enough so theres no point aiming for his head//
Cause from his past battles, its obvious, this cats already "brain" dead//
My words rip through yoyu,like bullets, or "laxatives" through your body//
'N' my punches leave you on tha other side of ya room, cause you get blown away like a 12 gauge shotty//
Your krew pulled some "Lethal Tactix" recruiting TREACK P rb's lowest form of shit//
Cause im not checkin up on this battle afta this, cause i know my score will have one more on tha left of it//
But fuck it ill see what whack rhyme you can think up with that brain inside that ugly lookin head//
Now spit your shit before your mummy comes in and smacks you and tells you to go to bed//