This bitch is prayin to da lord makin sure I don't reply/
Hopin 2 get a no show win, cheat his way thru, prayin wit all his might/
Well nigga, u didn't pray hard enuff cuz I'm here...U must've fogot to close ur eyes/
Cuz u tryin to look around, cuz now u feel my presence creepin 4um behind/
Those rhymes lack on everything, it's the worst thing to look at other than lice/
It's time fo me to smack u up, and roll u into 2 pieces like dice/
Roll a 7 and 1 which equals 8, breaking ur record tie/[(7-7) which will be (7-8)]
While I'm keepin my smile on my face, while they update my record and change it to a 5/
Yo lyrics are worse than pathetic, their pitiful/
It shows cuz I'm younger than u are, and I have a better battle record than you do/
You an old ass bitch who need's more progressin/
So stressed, growin more white hairs, let me help u and add more to ur collection/
So yo reppin the District of Columbia, or should I say the DC/
U tryin to cheat to win is more shame than President Bill and Monica Luinskey/
Dawg, u think u all smart and clever/
U think it's easy but you have jus Met-(y)a-(most)physical battle ever/
I got yo ass now, like i said u stressin so much, u now eager fo desperate measures/
Yo shit is weak, you can't even give yo own women pleasure/
So tryin to beat me, u have to relyin on Father Sky, and Mother Nature/
Next time IF u battle me, the only way to defeat me is to plan ur shit on paper/

Sorry fo da delay. Uppin fo votes^^^^^^