All he ever does is spit bull shit, I never see him landin' a punch/
I see right through this kid i'm "shittin bombs on his verses" like when the Germans bombed the Dutch/

he says fuck me, but he was beggin to be let in on my knowledge, little cock roach/
Im bout to get more consecutive votes, than you got replies and posts/

this bitch goes and changes his flow thinkin my punches will only scratch the surface?/
look at this pussy, only the 4th line this faggot already gettin nervous/

this guy is a virgin both lyrically and phsyically he's a celibate member/
cause the only thing this guy know about sex is the difference of the genders/

I'll rip you to bits and pieces, Im' first class shit, your fuckin' thrifty/
They say the good die young, so how does it feel to be one hundred fifty?/

But to your benefit I'm not here to start-problems/
The reason I took this battle is to introduce you to the loss-column/

you too boring to faze, all of his war-stories-are-gay/
It's really too bad another vet's bout to get killed right after Memorial Day/

Your rhymes contain no multies, nor any punches, punk, all of ya sets is redundant/
The only way this kid'll ever be "full-of-punches" is when my fists "connect-with-his-stomach"/

You steady being hit by my punches, fuck a ballpoint, i'm an "animal" coming at you with "felt-tips"/
Your gayness must've stemmed from "Boston", cuz sucking dick at a rap concert is the only way you'd ever "sell-tix" (Boston Celtics)/

Your rapbattles first "woman", yea bitch, that's u/
You fuckin wit me? Watch me "clean-necks"(Kleenex) with your own "tissue"/