my guns and lyrics are infinate, beaten u is definate
yo death wish is surelly granted
im hackin dis battle as if i was in da matri
keep spittin dat shit and u mite do a duet wit ja called da "WE CANT RAP REMIX"
yo lyrics wont come out, they callin it a wrap
that should give ya a hint dat ya cant rap
every word dat comes out ya mouth is crap
its leadin me steps away from pullin out my strap
and takin ya life away, face it u spittin is gettin in big stars way

FINISHER

im fuckin u as if u were a 2 timin whore
my lyrics are stretchin as if i was da fanastic 4
ive got enough amunition 2 make lions roar
u winnin cause u battle yo self on da PHONE
but da only thin WE HEAR IS DA DAIL TONE
dis battle stops rite here, ATL SPILLA HAS CLAIMED HIS THRONE!