This cat fell to his knees cuz hes lyrically weak//
Stop writen lyrics and stick to composin beats//
This guy dont noe what to do he puts his shit in automatic//
He studies the art of Wack, Cuz hes a wannabe fanatic//
MY shit aint pre-written, I'm freestlylin spitten//
Fire under his ass has been lit'n, Cuz your verse is line bit'n//
Lyrically de-csed, You rose to become-the-undead//
Get it into your head that you aint spitten lyrical lead//
Remember what i said, You should be composin beats instead//
But now i dont even think you worthy of a makin a beat//
This is a spectator sport, start glamering at my amazing feats//
Veteren, or heavy wieght? Naw you need to go bak to feather//
Cuz you should be prepared to put 11 and 3 together//

Goos Luck...