Ayo I come from stunning As if your getting gunning/
when my lyrics kick in you'll be flying and running//

You'll be Imbrassed.....Like bad..... farm weat in paris//
How u gonna stop me like a fake ass living queen in here palace//

Your lyrics are wack.. 'a real rejection' Like a volocana on fire thats having eruption//
Corruption is happeing when u lay down...... let me bend over fuck u like a real clown//

Your lyrics have no beat....they wont make it the streets....Unless u have a newbie to play and Compete//
Il stamp u with my feet leaving u to smell the flames of my heat... as if they were cooked like cornflakes weat//

You why whining about playing the game... so u proposed//
U posed about u being a girl so.....I Rose Up and accepted the challange....like i wasnt scared if ur lyrics were Real or COmposed//

Your a fake why did u start this... it-was-like u claming a Gail ID
Smoking XTC....You Must be or how would u come out with these Wackabies!//