ok, i guess im going first, bitch im tired of waitin
i got to satisfy this thirst, for wack mc eliminatin/
the skillz your facin, are literally incredible
the flavor that your tastin, so lyric-ally edible/
shit im fuckin sick, product of pac, JZ, and nas
fuck this fuckin shit, ill give my self round of applause/
cuz nobody can touch me, my skillz stict with a fury
and ladies love to love me, claim im hung just like a jury/
my rhymes so spicy like curry, and complicated to digest
never steppin to me again, would be all i can suggest/
now its off my chest, im the best, its clear and plain
ive riticuled you like your name, me: this winner of this game/