(This one will should be quick... Tryin' ta say I ain't too smart. You're the one battlin' me, dumb ass! You're askin' for a loss. Ha, ha... HOLLA!)

I hope you can keep that gangsta image son, ‘cuz I heard you think you’re gully//
But I’ve seen ya "X-Files", got ya rep from givin’ "Mulder" some "Skully"//
Fake thugs are shit, seen "nude dancers" that put more drugs on the "stripe"//
Face it dogg, all of ya "comp. posts" are just "garbage" bitch//
He don’t know anything about rap, or the presence he’s standing in//
Dude still thinks "Jam Master Jay" was a late great "Dunk Champion"// (R.I.P.)
C'mon man, who have you slugged lately? Bring fire, I want you to hate me//
’Cuz truth is.. he’s already dying of "small Pac’s", and I ain’t talking about "thugged out babies"//
So quit acting tough, you couldn't even "mac" trucks//
Looks like a "pussy’s crying", you’re just another "sad fuck"//
Rap Battles don’t respect you, I heard you’re a loser//
You can’t even stand the site of blood, he threw up from playin’ a "first person shooter"//
Lord E’s a lethal attacker, Paulie you don’t want beef with this cracker//
Son you got a "small package", why you think people call you a "condom rapper"?//
You want me to stop it?, you’re battlin’ Goliath, where’s ya rocks bitch//
I heard you carry a "Blade"? Please get that "Wesley Snipes" movie out your pocket//
Better kiss the feet of the lord//
Before you get stuck deep with a sword//
So I suggest you "move yourself" like a "Ouijii board"//
Fine i'll stop ‘cuz you’re all alone, I ain’t seeing ya saviour//
Leavin’ battles with stains on ya pants, why you think your "genes" are showing "homosexual behavior"//
Until next round son, try an' breath easy//
Battlin' me is like a "Jefferson's break-up", i'm gonna "leave you Weezie"//