m.B.p let sleepin' dogs lye/
cause you gonna regret when we see eye to eye/
Here's poetic justice/
You thought I'd be a no-show/
But instead I show up late and put your ass in the inferno/
m.B.p, Honestly, that shit was hypnotic/
it put me to sleep/
kid, you must still be hooked on phonics/
your punches are nothin if you don't got harmoincs/
every part of your rhyme scheme lacks textual methods/
that shit was so thin your name should be anorexic/
How'd you expect to bring down dyselxic/

My punches hit harder than an H-bomb/
But I still won't hit you as hard as I hit your mom/
You can't surpass my rap without mental dexterity/
You talk a lotta crap but chew pencils cause you scared of me/
I can't help but see the irony/
of a wannabe MC /
who's bout to get turned into an overnight statistic/
who unknowingly stumbled upon my cataclysmic/
punches that hit like Bruce Lee/
but a little more sadistic/
The thing that's really twisted is that you probably missed it/
You can't comprehend me cause my wordplay is so gifted/
Sometimes you weak shit didn't even rhyme/
Your bit lines got more donors than Frankestein/
you spit quik for a cat whose illiterate/
sound-it-out kid, you dumb as a bag of bricks/
You think your games tight cause you spit fast/
but those lyrics look like a project from a special ed. class/
Call the arson unit cause I just burnt yo ass/